Disallowed to feel; love or lust or hope or trust, this is how I feel.
Discouraged to want; kindness, presence, endless laughter, this is what I want.
Disinclined to think; hope is dead, no heart, all head, that’s no way to think. 
Tag Archives: Poetry
Thirty Percent
A fence may draw the eye, asking, will you act as friend?
What when we keep the Others out, what will that make us then?
Can’t we, won’t we alter fate of each whole soul, alike;
A fence with strong and welcome gate, a fence not stained by white.
Again With Gravity
Happiness takes its leave
Executed
As a tablecloth trick
By an amateur
Sudden
Noisy
Hope, desire and promises
As silver, crystal and china
Lose
Clashing again with gravity
The guy in the bow tie
His lovely assistant
The only half-expectant spectators
Shake their heads
Murmur something and linger
But they do move on
The curtain falls
Only I remain
Needing to know
What went wrong
Who’ll clean up this mess
Am I the only soul
Who stood in earnest?
Prefect
A wide, unwavering band that binds
Advertise it in the stars
As an Orion’s Belt to warn
The unsuspecting
Wholly unwilling
Now repentant, unintentional prey
A stance in arms-crossed
Body language clear and bright
As a banner, broadcast
In social contract, we dance
Lest a heart meander beyond
Boundaries, damn it, boundaries!
Forbidden
I decorated myself with you
Reached, but in no way grasped
Sprinkled you about me
Without the care whether or where
You landed
Beautifully, making a mess
Twice, I was asked incredulously
Is this safe
Dine
Now
That I’ve taken care of others’ cares
All that’s left is me
The leftover me
Who looks less delicious
Than yesterday
Who, though feeling frozen
Is already prepared
And is worthy
Of my own gratitude nonetheless
Side Impact
It would be as if some wild mass
One that’d further made me joyous
Crashed into me
Then died
Once God’s plan’d
Crashed into it
And I, now differently affected
Was forced to continue
Unmoved
As if
Flight Risk: A Haiku
Last eve’ I almost
Felt the musings of my heart
Venture from my lips!
Blink
Looking up from the down
My eyes
Having been temporarily imprisoned
I matter-of-factly acknowledged The Light
It had been there all the while
And I knew It
(Sunrise Over Lake Michigan, Milwaukee)
Stringed
A song exists
Not yet written
Waiting to be performed
Blank sheet music pages
Stacked neatly near my soul
Rustling now
My hand swift to assure
Notes forming from the void
Lyrics beginning to choose a voice
Sweet-sad violin
A torrent of dissonance
At last, it’s final note
Wafting far and heaven-ward
What chord progression with this?
Truth gives way
From the most distant place
Near-silent to crescendo
Cello
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