Unbound

 

Alone in the quiet I often sit
Within the walls I no longer fit
Being what I am, now unbound
Who I am, nowhere to be found

Beyond all concept, bereft of thought
Shed the bonds that time has bought
The storybook closed on another day
A tale believed, with a life we pay

Within, without, one and the same
Taught the rules, we play this game
Delusion often sets the rules
Many sail upon this ship of fools

 

 

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Comfort In My Friends

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Alone with my thoughts,

they speak, form and flow,

alliteration with a purpose

undulating to and fro.

 

Words that speak to me,

ideas form and grow,

from my thoughts to my pen,

onto the page my friends flow.

 

Heart-Fall

 

 

I say some words, already regretting the sounds

My heart rises, guarded, at the chance of a smile

Boredom and irritation are the reply

Barely hidden in absent glances of disinterest

 

I know the words were not heard

The response automatic, disconnected

Intention doesn’t make it any easier

Or make the heart-fall ache any less

 

So many other places I could be

But my heart is tied to this time and place

Her screens soft light shows her distant smile

So I smile sadly and stay a little while longer

 

 

We Search

A different Life, a better Life
Missing what stares us in the face
Every sight, sound and smell

In the trees and flowers, a sunset
The roar of traffic, the beating of a heart
Within these words and outside of them

In the white of the paper and the black of the ink
In the space and in the silence
The in-between and the unseen, in the visible

In the throb of life and the peace of death
The cry of a baby, and the death rattle of the old man
In everything, as everything, life sings

Note:
The word ‘universe’ literally means ‘one song’.

Between

 

Between where I am and where I wish to be


Is the measure of all stress


Between what I have and what I want


Is just a reason to impress

 

Between who I am and yet strive to be


Is the measure of this lie


Between what has been and is yet to come


Is a story into which we buy

 

Between that moment and the one not born


Is a world, stunning and free from strife


So I will sit and reengage


This mystery we call life