WHO OWNS MY HEART?
Who owns my heart
Is it love or is it art?
Or is it a shy sad
distancing
A forever standing apart?
To seek is to leave behind
To question is to be
marked
knowledge won through
contrast
shadings of light and dark
slanting sideways,
separated
is our only hope to see
beyond clear eyed
simplicity
to the hidden catastrophe
We have mastered making pretty
Dressing up, studied
satisfaction
We can create the urge and
sate it
We can forget through
ceaseless action
We have lost the art of
dying
And the science of memory
We have forgotten the work
of generations
And cruise adrift upon the sea.
OTIS
It feels so mournful,
don't you agree?
When you fail to meet
demands of reality.
When your fears are
confirmed
When your nightmares come
true
less painful than you
thought
it would be.
Don't you see
the part you act
to partially please
will always be
an empty gesture?
Insincere artistry
a snickering smile
wasted words
already burned in your
heart
easy to forget
what once you believed
holy and highest
the search for hidden
secrets
undeniable truth
that remains true
that does not have to be
lived
If only it did not have to
be lived.
I might know exactly where
I erred
Instead of knowing only
that the farce I watch
unfold
Is sad.
Funny and sad.
Enough to fill a spirit
give it depth, dimension
Something to think about
until the next upheaval
until wise silence
goes
wrong no more.
QUIET STORM
I put my life-time
in-between the paper's lines.
I am the quiet storm.
He who fights with rhyme.
Writing prescriptions
For my own strange disease.
Why do I place my life here
In this paper prison
peering out through the bars?
To what end is each line sentenced
to life, brought to life to wonder
why, do they suffer the same doubts
and pangs of guilt that plague me?
A criminal who wont take responsibility,
blaming the whispering demon
that animates the hand.
These words and I, both trapped
tangled in each others non-sense
crumpled tight in your fist
as power squeezes sense
out of the screaming soft shadows
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