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The idea of “end” never occurs to me, Regardless of the subject Or the situation we’re in. So it is the “end” with you. We believe, both, In no ends, And the age of that belief is old. I’m not wrong, nor right. It goes a bit beyond that, And it seems none of us cares, Or think much of it. Those are the circumstances We often go around, As we always did. The result is as we wish it, As we make it to be. I’m not sorry. Are you? No… It’s not about what we did, Or what we said, and how. Often we spoke of closed pathways, How it leads us always to a different avenue Of thought, life and consequence. Life is a joyride But no matter how strong We are, or how strong The hands are held, The skin is tricky, slippery… As is the mind, But what is is, And every action is a consequence Of a consequence… And so on for all eternity. No good byes… Isn’t it the ultimate irony? We live lives within lives, Have thoughts within th...

I’m here As I have always been, Feeling what I always did. Who did I scare this time? A long lost friend from days past, From memories long gone? She has been the one nothing could touch Change or alienate… Has been… For she, too, Felt the pressure… The tectonic landslide… The continental drift… The big bad wolf shadow… Plural commitments made air tight… Hard to breathe, hard to be free, Hard to be… The soul must, at times, Dive into the clear blue sea, And, as a mermaid, Follow the subterranean currents One such as her, Can call home…

You ask me if I missed someone, Or something, before? Or in any other time in my life? I did. You know I did. We all did But me more than most. Friends I had and lost, Lovers I found in the way, Women I loved, People I knew… It happened to me, yes… It is happening now. Can’t you feel? When you think of me, When you see me… By the unwritten words, The unsent messages, The relative quietness Of my restless soul… If time is what you need, Let me wrap it up In pink wrapping paper With laces to go along. (Silly me, I know) If peace is what you need, Let me open the doors Of your inner temple Where you can, And will find me, And you, the you You don’t see in the mirror… I have been me, Here where you found me, I have been waiting, I have been thinking, Taking my time, Giving my time… Living. Nothing is lost, Or will ever be. Not now. The needs are not the same As they were before… Emotions don’t rule As ...

Thoughts that can’t be erased Populate my mind and soul. I place them here and there, I give them to you and me… They can’t be erased. Yet, They vanish from the wall As if washed by acid rain… I wonder if industrial pollution Took all writings… As leafs from a tree in autumn… The lush of old And dreams… It could be that the wall Tumbled and with time, All sorts of leafs, Dead and alive, Covered the messages, The words… If time has no meaning How many life times Went by?

It seems forever now but next comes forever and a day And the train of time runs without a backward glance. This is the moment, be it a day or a year, this is the way Made true and into life, from afar and away, like a dance. So let’s be what we are, what we want and what we may And if we are taken, or seem to be taken, in a trance, It’s only the emotions guiding us regardless of what we say

I feel it all crumbling down, As an avalanche of rubble and debris Made of incomplete dreams and unexpected events… My body feels the leaking of strength, As the sand from a speeding hourglass Tumbling through time, end over end… My eyes need to shut But I keep them up and running, Open and alert, aware and focused, Meeting demands not my own… What kind of fool that makes me? I’m “en route” towards some unknown destination, And as I go, so much goes still with me… Summer clothes unsuitable for cold temperatures… I’m taken to laughter with tears swelling within. I blend in whatever role I’m performing By my own accord or otherwise, and act it As if nothing else mattered, counted, or had weight upon me. Sometimes I share this path with my shadow, sometimes not. Maybe there’s wisdom in shadows as shadows go. The inner me traverses a chaotic waterless sea Filled with wrecks of past eras, Under the light of long dead stars, With undead ghostly ...

We share a love for words In every word we write. In the absence of vocal cords They come in black and white Like Knights in shining armor, Helms, swords and shields, Riding horses amidst the clamor Of metal in metal through the fields. And when they strike, Mightily to the soul and heart What is there to dislike But simply to do your part…