If by your own consciousness you were deceived, don't be shocked, don't be in denial! In the days of grief, be wild: depression comes & goes (who am I kidding?). The brain is made to entertain: the past is always rosier than the premium channels; but those who pay, will be dearer.
Category: poem
Morning.
Morning haze, golden light on chicken feathers. Golden fleece, anointed living, another day for chirping birds.
Running.
It's a wild hunt, I am the prey. Moments of my life flash like a dream. The beauties I see give me reason to flee. One more step, then I can breath. I hear the shouting ferocious & near. For a second I thought, what do I have to fear? But my legs won't slow, my heart hums so smooth. It's comically natural when I'm running from you.
V.
Life runs on love. I ran out long ago. Now I run on fumes, a trail of black smoke. Desparate for shelter to lick my wounds. The scent of weakness attracts hungry wolves. Finding in myself that last piece of coal. Don't tell me now, how the story goes?
I let the sound out.
It's like my body's pushing itself out. It smells like a slaughter house. Then I let the sound out. No one's around, still I embarrass myself. How am I embarrassing myself? I let the sound out. Back of my head, there's space to reflect: why does it feel wrong and right? Why is it not enough to let the sound out? Just let it out.
Damaged vision.
I see everything through these glasses that are smudged and distorted, cracked by the fire from the early years. For the rest of my life, I have to repair them. No kindness, no charity, they're dangerous. So are love, passion, sex, not even religious. Afraid of failure, more of success. Blind to things I can't dissect, as I observe & stay back, too much a coward to live firsthand. When I do see things clearly, get scared of what they mean. Waiting for someone to tell me it's not all wasted, I can be whole again once my vision's 20/20.
Reader’s digress.
I go to the public library like it's highway robbery. Banned books? Yes, please. Add them to my to-read list. I like them 2nd hand. Fight for the on-hold line. I'm sure the trees don't mind. This book of mine. How long do I have left? Should I renew it or bide for more time? Damn, that book's hot. Got 5 people reader-blocked. Why does that feel nice? Well, guess I'll pay the late fine.
Ear of the tiger.
What if we take away the fear? When people die we pat them on their backs, send them to the ever-after? Living is not a safe bet. At least make it exciting. It's not a debt to collect.
Night office.
Everything's a mystery at night. What does the shadow hide? Where's the road begin and the dream end? Do the stars see me as I see them? Some warm lights remind me of a home I had. It's as safe as the night. One that I can visit as often as I like.
Answer.
If life's that simple, an answer of "yes" or "no". The path lies in the middle, somewhere nobody knows. The first asks the question. The second finds an answer. The third never bothered. Which one is wise?
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