change of state…

change of state

our lives
are sometimes ruled
by inertia
events occur
because
they were set
in motion
years ago
and
we chose
not
to stop
going in
what we knew
was
the wrong
direction
such decisions
leave
the bitter taste
of
what if
lingering
in
our thoughts
especially
as we grow older
gradually
slowing
to
a stop

 

 

morning affirmation…

morning affirmation

before you rise
or even open
your eyes
recall a moment
of pure joy 
breathe deep
into that moment
fill your body
with its radiance
and
let that purity
sustain you
throughout the day

 

 

within these arms…

for some semantics

hold onto these moments
when you are together
the future is uncertain
and unpromised
you needn’t waste time
on life’s trivia
even when the world
swears it’s important
nothing can replace love
so nothing should deter it

 

 

just like her…

just like her

she was
perhaps
the embodiment
of
susie cream cheese
beneath
her breast
a bible thumping heart
enclosed
in a self-defined
temple
to be entered
only
after
matrimony
but
now
said body
was seated
in
a religious philosophy course
quite certain
that
all
she had been taught
about
her god
would be
neatly
verified
however
the professor
proceeded
to dismantle
all
religions
verifying
that only
faith
within one’s mind
and
only within that mind
could it be
personally
verified
needless to say
at the close
of
the course
she was
bewildered
and
at a loss
to make sense
of
the world around her
now
some thought her
naive
but
from faith
to
freedom
we’re all
just like her
accepting
the national infomercials
as more than
they are
we live lives
based on
misinformation
and
carefully contrived lies 
and
when
we
finally realize
the scam
that’s been
played on us
we all
end up
just
like
her

 

 

i can remember…

i can remember...

the old man’s smile
has not changed
over the years
tho it comes
less often now
he spends his days
repairing an old boat
that surely
will never sail again
nor will he ever be able
to handle her at sea
yet he continues to love
as only lovers could understand
for though what is remembered
can never be as it was before
the love
has not changed
and
he still remembers

 

 

saudades do rio…

saudades do rio...

slow shadow dancing
the streets
of
rio
where
promises have died
and
dreams are just graffiti
scrolled across
a church wall
a heart’s sadness
plays
from a mandolin
while
a guitar offers
chords
of hope
both
know the tune
all too well
how
love fades
and
lovers lose
what love
they had
all
that is left
is
slow
shadow dancing

 

 

sign language…

sign language2

hands move
in
set patterns
part of
the industrial complex
at 
day’s end
hands move
to
navigate through
dangerous
byways
and
city side streets
at
journey’s end
hands move
in
ritual patterns
to consume
substenance
and
liquid anesthetics
to prepare
for
the rest cycle
but
before the rest
hands move
to
a set pattern
to request
divine intervention
from
the set patterns