This Aging Silence

This aging silence

Too many times we've explored its lonely architecture

Aborted missives lost in the haze of fears and doubts

Though the wounded faith and passion persisted

We accepted frail victories

And sadly, documented monumental failures

Once mistook it for a bad dream

Two worlds ceased yet continued

Navigating a broken path lacking in purpose

Or direction

Why should any of this matter?

No life altering sacrifices being offered

From me

From you.

2023

Untitled For Now

A pause, as if for dramatic effect

The realization that everything had changed

A disparate chill invading this suppressed reality

Frozen in stagnation amid reluctant withdraw

Little remained from the original vision

Only icy fragments dispersed among forlorn pages

You were gone, I feared forever .....

March 2023

Sometimes sleep dreams arrive with their own reality, taking bits and pieces of the past, meshing and mingling (clashing?) with endings that never took place, creating alternate emotions and stories.

Becoming Legacy

Exist to create

Each space dictates

The beauty known to unique eyes

And abstract visions of an unlimited world and mind

Designs and legends unimagined by others

Reviving remnants and things forgotten

Telling stories for posterity  

Reinventing possibilities

Scattering grains of light

Finding wonder in ideas

We might not otherwise take notice

Becoming legacy

February 2023

For a friend. Hoping that she recognizes herself in these words. A beautiful and kind person with a passion for the arts.

Erasing Fears

Graying memories intersect with

Darkened false images from recurring dreams

Extending worrisome reactions

Emphasizing aging fears

It's taken decades to erase

How truth became obscured

How sentiment turned.

2020

For two or three years, I had a series of dreams, in which a person from my youth was reacting towards me in a manner that never happened in real life. Pushing me away. Avoidance and sarcasm. I was very confused and rattled trying to identify where the dreams were coming from. The dreams finally ceased. (I hope.)

Your Name?

Dozens of hellos and I still don't know your name

And now, stifled by fear (or shame), terrified to ask

Acknowledgement in passing is not enough.

Refusing Obscurity

Every day

Every moment

Occupying the space between frantic seconds

Tidying the chaos behind each step

Refusing to fade away to obscurity

Destitute dreams of what could be

Never forgotten

Existing in yesterday's shadows

And in words through a fractured sky

Where truth can't be touched, rendered lost by absence

Or altered by hostile forces

What matters never changes

What matters is greater than hopes and dreams

This is not the final version

(Year not noted or remembered)

The Way

A thousand centuries will pass and there will not be another as beautiful, designed by favored poets and artists, all the masters, after an unaccountable number of trials, errors and revisions, until determined as perfected, then the blueprint abruptly and purposely destroyed, discarded and forgotten to preserve total solo uniqueness, though that distinctive, isolated result, unofficially ordained to never to be erased from mythology for the sake of antiquity.

2019

Echoes

It's so quiet in this outdoor cathedral

Where there's only thoughts .... and hopes

Each developing into a penetrating likeness of unparallel beauty and soul

Visuals serving undefeated spirit

Rising images born in the fires of a boundless heart

Then the stillness here, broken by echoes of a voice

Arriving with the northern winds

After the storm and ensuing calm

And it's always been here for ages, spreading warmth

An advertisement for spiritual tenacity

How could it be anything else?

2019

Everything Stops

Your treasured presence is announced in this rolling thunder

In the intensity of your stunning essence

The ethereal softness of your voice

In your never expiring beauty

And your determination to alter the odds

You're there .... and everything else stops

2019

Too personal to share until now. Found in the pages of a notebook. I don't think it's very well written or visioned but it now reminds of some powerful feelings I was experiencing at the time.

Surviving Improvisation

Barely surviving improvisation

This was never meant for interpretation

In a language I fear

July 2020

About the attempt to sound more exciting than I really am and the reactions and assumptions of another.