I see faces
In odd places
More than sad,
Too complacent
To be mad,
Like the others
Quite indifferent
To the current,
That inhabits
Their façade…
Empty faces
Without basis,
Of expressions
Said despair,
Like a painting
Of a landscape
Rather tainted,
Tho quite bare…
Mortal faces
Seeking refuge
From raw spaces,
Not inhuman
But unreal,
From distortions
Made surreal,
In a world
Shaped by man!
Forget me not
While I am here,
Tho when I’m gone
Know I inclined
To be far more
Than but a figment
On your mind…
Forget me when
Any trace
Of an embrace,
Seems to vanish
In the hazy mist,
Of a last kiss…
Forget me then
As so you must,
To thus so reason
I’m out of season,
But forget me not
For just a bit,
That you find fit,
To deem recall
My once the while,
Repentant smile!
There are traces
Of distant faces,
Forever etched
On my mind,
Hence to adorn
A place of musing,
Till memory falters
And falls beyond
Images altered,
When one’s recall
Will scarcely note
The fading traces,
As the road bends
To where life ends,
Which for all men
Be the distant face,
Of an unknown place!
In the magic of night
You may find a place,
Said has unanimity
That dance does sing,
The while it swings
To find a rhythm,
Will curve around
Held silken grooves,
And thus so compel
To thread the links,
That makes to compose
The nimble potion,
One can but see
Lives there within
The graceful motion,
Of innate dancers
Who bring to life
Such mellow steps,
That move so tight
They spark a daring
Which so ignites,
All hence be wanting
To dance in the dark!
If gallimaufry
Finds in oddity
Chaos to be me,
It’s but betwixt
A was and be,
Aspiring by degree
To surface real
And rather orderly…
Thus so this chaos
That was me,
Existentialistic curl
Of earlier survival,
Did so lead
To chaotic disarray
Filled with hollows,
And complexities
In murky shadows,
Then order of the day…
Sentient in fashion,
Like an automaton
Vacantly in shallows,
I reach out for reality
To still this life of chaos!
I can yet think
Of years misused,
Forced to ignore
Such clever ruse
That favored not
Being explored,
And so abused
Left us indifferent
To breaking rules,
Thus giving way
To satisfying
Our aspirations,
Might offer why
We did survive
Beyond an easy alibi…
Of breaking rules
We set the bar,
Avoiding lures
That favored fools,
And might abide
Impede our stride,
If memory serves
Most rules that be
We’d broken every three,
With honorable intention!
I’ve travelled since
Beyond that birth,
I could not know
In mother’s darkness,
A black night’s swallow
Taking life form
To journey my way out,
Pushing thru a state
Of her laborious pain,
Till life flails about
For reasons hazy
I know not to explain,
Or why now be without
The comfort of her reign…
Thus epoch thin
That underside,
Of child’s memory
Natures proscribe,
Where life begins
Tho details of a million
Must stay afloat
In shadows left within,
Yet matter of account
Survives not giant step,
As bond to womb dissolves
And blurs its natal travel,
To vanish at birth’s arrival…
Alas the comfort
Of birth’s darkness
Long ago abandoned,
Now too lies buried
In a gentle mother’s grave!
Restless spirits
Find to wander,
In the silence
Of pent feelings,
The while ponder
Wouldst embrace,
Time bids chance
To love again!
Stop the clock
I want to get off,
Until I’ve caught
My sorry breath,
If not slow down
Till I have found,
My way around
This crazy race,
That can but lead
To injudicious waste,
In that grim place
Where rest in peace
Hints neath the ground!
Your expressions
Are not clear,
Ambiguous
To tears,
Your intentions
Seems to me
Could be judged
At times I fear,
Thin as veneer…
So how to know
You’re wanting
To be lucid,
And endearing
When you’re near,
As long as you shall stay
Be an hour or a day,
Ambiguous my dear!
Poetry on a canapé 