Friday, February 24, 2012

It's been awhile.....

It's been awhile since I have been able to write my words down, my thoughts flood my mind and sometimes it all combines to show me absolutely nothing. But tonight I was on the bus, staring out the window, hoping for a bit of clarification. And all that I could think was........



I ask for an answer.

I receive more than I can regard.

Sure. There's an answer. But what's it worth?

And there's a sign, but whose fate does it seal?

Whose who to claim the unclaimed as their own.

Why does the answer or sign belong to you?

Who’s to say you aren't borrowing a strangers' desperation?

Who’s to say you haven't already claimed unfounded dreams before?


The stars may be in your eyes, but they don't belong in your arms.

The elusive influences belong to the whole.

The structure has a collectivistic right in its own.


You can't claim the unattainable.

You may borrow its’ persuasion for the time being,

 but it’s only fair to offer it back.

It only does well to give what we take.

And to return, what we receive.

To watch what we don't understand, and explain what we know.


People forget that our minds are permeable.

Other people pick up on what you don't.

And you pick up on what they can't consider.

Whether we like it or not, we are all linked.

We are all seen, we are all felt, and we are all touched.


You can't breathe without affecting the rest.

You can't create without affecting.

And you can't affect without touch.

Everything unseen in our environment is felt more

 than the objects that reflect in our eyes.

It's what is beyond touch that gives hope.

And it is hope that keeps us all starry eyed, sanguine and functioning.

You can be the most guarded individual,

 but even you can't detach yourself from the system.

You can attempt to resist, and you will find difficulty in that.

You can stray. You can deny.



But we all see reflections of the stars in our eyes,

 when we tilt our heads upward.

No one can escape that.

So as one of a lot, I'll try to stay forward and upward and onward.

And I'll read the signs.

And I'll share them with the rest.

And I'll seal my fate while dozens of eyes around the world unravel their own.

And I'll appreciate the ups and downs.



And I'll love what I have, and I'll love what I've lost.

And I'll keep moving along with everyone else.....

Because that's life and I have my breath.

And I have my creation, my imagination, and the rest....

 well, it will find me along the way.







Thursday, February 16, 2012

Black or White

Black or White




 
You see, I never land in grey.

It’s always black or white.

 
The thoughts fill my mental space or they,

burden me with a plight.

I reconfigure thoughts and words,

And try to set my sight.

The words quickly roll off my tongue and vanish into the night.

Forming lost sentences, leaving me holding onto hindsight.



The words flow freely forward or,

they set stagnant from a far.

My patience is beyond reluctance, or my

irritation begins a war.

My face grows red, and my hands feel rough.

My eyes begin to water, and it all begins to feel tough.

I want an escape, but I am too fixed to run.

The lead in my shoes feels like a ton.

 
My head begins to spin, and answers begin to multiply

All I can do, is work forward and try to give a reply.

Hoping that the answer I speak

Doesn’t refute the speaker, and attract an open invitation to pry.



I can’t give you the answer it is you seek,

And I can’t even tell you why,

Believe me I too wish I knew, I have no reason to tell a lie.



The opportunities are continuous or,

The path laid is bare.

My sight proves to be infinite or,

the lights tail a blinding glare.



So you see I never land in grey,

It’s always black or white.

And when temptation creeps the corner

My reason loses sight.

I forget to keep my willful cuff, above everything and all.

And I fall back instead of standing forward to resist the impending fall.



Maybe…..possibly sometimes, a kindly a solution will appear.





The solution to the addition is a reconfiguration of me.

Which I’d gladfully and rightfully be willing to fully plea.



So I’ll try to shade my circumstance

And give myself an equal chance.