The War

That voracious night

Devouring venonmous words

Leaving myths behind

Rumors of surviving memories

Never knowing why

Denied the possibilities

Lacking vital truth

A risky clarification

Bringing the ultimate conclusion
The latest final solution

Maybe better that way
Than recycled consternation

Being caught off-guard

Stuck in suspension

Last chances expired

Ending lame questions
Deciding it's over
Time to move forward

Forging an inept peace

Voiding rabid reality
The wounds heal slowly

Making friends with old ghosts
Emphasizing survival 

July 2015

I was writing down random three and four word combinations that came to mind with no specific thought in mind and suddenly realized that it was telling a personal story of something still familar but slowly fading from awareness from long ago. Something that I've struggled with expressing for over thirty years now.

Something About You

Night vision with slicing mercurial eyes

A distant voice shattering my accepted normality

What’s the price? … it doesn’t matter when dreaming of remote possibilities

I thought I heard you crying through the laughter and the smiles

Revealing a hidden and elusive fragility

A former lifetime status altered and denied in an instant

That was the faraway impression received

My minimally semi-educated conclusion

The waves always submitted a frequent and potent beauty

Previously residing solely in chance dreams and murky mirages, just beyond reach

Seemingly impossible to sustain
But likely to maintain

Had you only been closer, maybe I could have had that one moment where I truly impressed

And stopped a searching heart
Right place, ideal moment 

Caused you to shiver and tremble inside

And hasten remaining eternity

June 2015