Ignore me.......(7/7/1992)

7/7/1992

Do not listen to me

for my Words are Corrupt

with the Need for Love…

Before I die... (1/13/2002)

You have only to

touch me...

look upon me,

kiss me Quick!

Before my heart beats its

Last,

and I will

Awaken

Invigorated, Enlivened…

Reborn.

And… yet,

If that last breath should come still

Bidden by unyielding Fate…

I will master time and

Will it to linger but a moment longer

As a whisper in the breeze

A spell cast…

For Reunion in the next life

and a Prayer for you in this one…

I am I

Who Am I or

….is it I, Who Am?

…friend, mother, father, brother sister…distant cousin, the culmination of all programmed  political and religious beliefs, my “race”, “ethnicity”, gender, “class” or some other equally limiting pronoun?

…the letters and phonetic “S..oun….d…s” that make my designation,

sounds that hold “meaning” in one language or another, promising to bestow the prowess of the untamed or the peace and tranquility of an ancient forest…?

Am I …

… a part the collective “We”,  supporting and perpetuating a pre-packaged, saran wrapped, vacuum sealed, "ribbed for my pleasure”, disposable and  “free with purchase of” pop or sub-Culture?

Am I… who “they” say I am?

… my being restricted caged by the limited perceptions of those around me…a mere creation of other’s projected perceptions, deceptions and faulty filters?

Am I…

… some disembodied mind, imprisoned in the flesh, awaiting blissful release back into an all-knowing and forgiving oblivion?

Where… can “I” find the “I”, what makes “Me”…?

How do I distinguish my…”Self” from the layers of opinions, beliefs, positions, labels assigned at birth?

The Answer is complex in its simplicity

I am I…

and ….

I…am

Sleepless....

A quarter to 4am
numb and distracted
restless
incoherent
unable to strand a thought together
save the gnawing notion that 
something...is...