Table for One

Serving their heart on a platter, they asked

       "Would you like salt with that?"

Serving their mind, shaken not stirred, they asked,

       "Would you like a bitter olive with that?"

Placing their body on the buffet, they gayly handed over the filet knives and assorted cutlery

and made room for a feast for one

as they stood at attention

prepared to serve

watching the entitled wanton gluttony, enjoyed at invitation

while praying for release. 

Not all Dreams Float

 

A Satellite lost its way

submerging itself in dreams

distracted 

looking for patterns

in the Stars

trying to see through the Veil,

as Moon hid in its shadow, in shame,

Guilty of having briefly

Shown Brightly upon an Orbit it might've called Home

only to be awed by the Birth of another Universe.

And still it spins

flying now 

aimlessly through Space

in search of Gravity. 

Buying With Credit

When with wonton insanity,
you choose the weapon of undoing,
you can hardly regret when the trigger is pulled.
You have always been the author of your own demise.

The weight of regret is your karma. 
Nightly flagellation your obligation.

Your choices moving forward,
stop caring all together,
or continue to gamble
buying love on credit

while praying no further debts are incurred.  

Burdened With the Unsaid Once the Invitation Was Revoked

 
What is the point of words?
limitless and yet limiting

regardless of skilled tongue or language,
they will forever fail to truly convey
love, hurt, pain, disappointment or joy
as compared to how these things are experienced...
lived?

What is the point of words,
when ego, societal obligations
learned behaviors
tie the tongue
creating a damn against all left unsaid

leaving one to stew in the offal of their own mental juices

forever locked in on projected conversations and assumed intents?

What is the point of words
when once said can cause elation or pain
only to be shown meaningless when followed by action
or inaction?

What is the point of words
when left unsaid or said
can cause injury or unforeseen consequences?

What is the point?

when we speak with intent, with hope
when we strive to be understood
and continue to fail miserably?

What is the point of words,

when a kiss, a touch

can undo, remake and give birth to

an entire imagined future of improbabilities?

Best to Hush... say nothing, feel everything
purge and overcome the inner dialogue
as the mind is not your friend 

for left unattended
it will take every opportunity to create self flagellating words 

meant to undo your peace. 

Occupy your mind and your hands

as they are liars too.

Zaddy Gone

Daddy
Once I felt your presence everywhere
felt your eyes, your hand
the timber of your voice guiding me
protecting me
influencing me
filling my cup till I had no sense other than
a constant awareness of your presence.

You made a point of leaving your stamp
etched into my core with the sharpest of blades

Mercilessly

I felt your leave-taking
before you left.

Now
a universe stands between us
You, Odysseus on your next adventure
me, Penelope, marooned on a barren rock
told to go on
left senseless and adrift
anchor-less
desperately seeking purpose
without the psychic collar...

I didn't realize I needed. 

Bubbles

Bubbles

ethereal, beautiful
seemingly perfect
suggest a grand design
offer visions of the divine, 
and unrealistic dreams of the improbable
don't live in them
They were never your "safe space"
for they are impervious to will, intent or desire
temporary purgatorial traps
that burst 
against the slightest hint of reality.

Some may see a challenge to overcome
a scientific mind confident in their ability to discover

a solution to the dream's intangibility;

Others may accept their transient nature, 

grateful for visions of possibilities,
or the respite of a dream savored however temporary;

While most will fold, crushed under the weight of dreams deferred 
their punishment, their karma for daring to believe...

to be haunted by the memory of contentment 

seemingly offered on colorful platters

unceremoniously and instantaneously removed..
by design.  

Forks in the Road

 

Meandering blindly though melancholy woods

They happened upon a path

showing alternate realities and futures

their present split into divergent stories

feeling the fabric begin to tare

they toyed with the threshold

before blinking, scared

both constant and indecisive

and turned. 

What "If" Is Danderous

 

When I permit myself

to wander into the lands of "What if"

I look over my shoulder

studying the lift from which I am drifting. 

Jumping Can Be a Fools Errand

They wished they were free to love you

invited to lose themselves in you

they submitted with unconscious relish

only to be left

conquered

slashed and burned

defenseless and raw

falling into an empty guff

without a soul's peace or welcome. 

Painfully Unconditional

 

The light I offer

Will always be available

regardless of the lens

it shines through.

Someday, When it is Meant

 

Meet Now,

Met then

And Again

    (Do you remember when?)

Some day the stars will align

and we'll be well met

wanting the same things

at the same time

once and for all.

A prayer for when starts align

and the gods take pity. 

Not All Stars Are Wishes Meant For You

 

I let a dream go

as the star fell too late

and too far.

Wallflowers

She bit her tongue till the

blood pooled in her cheeks

giving her the pale but rosy completion of a porcelain doll 

fit to burst

waiting for her string to be pulled

again. 

Deja You

Like a word trapped on the tip of a tongue

my every atom

vibrates

with forgotten knowledge of you.

Haunted.

Every note tastes like you

otherwise discordant.

A bell wrung

notes foreign and familiar equal in unfathomable measure

drive me mad with a sense of unreasonable familiarity.

the sorcery of past lives

What was when?

this is how...

am I supposed to choose?  

Insatiable Yet Understandable Greed

 

Mind what you wish for

when there's more room on your palate

than your plate. 

Sometimes I Need to Be Told

i imagine you saying

sit up straight

walk straight

keep your chin up

eat something

go to bed

let it go

sleep

As if i need that.... 

and i do...

but i'll balk all the same

at the imaginary dom

i continue to ignore.

And because that voice is not yours

i embrace the self neglect

familiar and safe.

Hidden Creases Deep Shadows

Imagine you're in a room so bright and white

you can't discern edges, walls nor the floor.

Now imaging you have a piece of paper in your hand

all crumpled up

It is still white and barely visible

but those subtle shadows you see in the creases

yeah, that's me.

that's always been me. 

Love Hurts

You became my air.

without you,

I find I've forgotten how to breathe.

I blame myself,

thinking it was my time to exhale. 

Silly me. 

I forgot