[no promises]
delusional,
at best, we are
with our wishes
and guarantees
and hope and plans
there is nothing definite
but the trickery of the mind
to have us believing
that tomorrow will arrive.
*
[given and gone]
desire
dances
naked
behind
burning
curtains
once offered
and taken
leaves an echo
in the hollows of bone
surrounding the fortress
of the heart.
*
[every eye]
perception askew
from inside locked doors
from small minds
will come small worlds
with no room for change
or natural progression
evolution must have no end
keep learning
keep growing
keep leaning forward
into the next and the next
and the next
to be an open
and understanding soul
in the world at large
is the greatest hope
for a more peaceful, or
quite honestly, any,
future at all.
*
[every other answer]
tripwires triggered
a slow avalanche
of tension ensues
comparison conquers
common sense
emotions muddled
in the fray
wishes weighed
against proffer
to settle
for contentment
or continue to strive
against the odds.
*
[down in the out]
ever rounding
blind corners
as frequencies hail
from the emptiness
thinking thought not
of hope’s end
but it seems
to be creeping up
at an alarming pace
with years and years of no one
nights and nights of nowhere
i sometimes begin to fear
the deepest, bluest ruin
still remains to be seen.
*
[hand over fist over heart]
words fall
rattling down
the wires
tripped from vision
on waves of thought
clenched and caressed
forged from broken
stones of emotion
pieced together anew
upon the fading page.
***
“When everyone has realized
that their birth is a defeat, existence, endurable at last, will seem like the day after a surrender, like the relief and the repose of the conquered.”
- Emil Cioran