your words wow me
articulate and precise
your intellect excites me
opening my tiny mind
dazzling me with your knowledge
your ideas are like a dream
commanding my attention
making me listen
I hang on your every word
Because your thoughts are…
Your mind is a wonderland
I long to explore
Tell me everything you know
I would be content
to sit by your side
what to do with weighted thoughts of jealousy
barbs of envy piercing the solitude
the dark feelings swirl- cyclical and jarring
illuminating the depths of lowliness
questioning the eagerness of intent and motive
willing it to all melt away
this mind is a dueling paradise and prison
subject to its subject
victim or champion
ever searching for a stability only “normal” will provide
elusive and fleeting
the power of thought
transcends all consciousness
believing in the inevitable or doubting the obvious
beckoning the beholder
to consider the consequence
of innocent fantasies
for the mind breeds actions
which the heart is forced to honor
honor is unforgiving
longing for the “real “
truth in thought
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Simple is never what it seems… Humility exists as a simple idea… Ideas develop and they flee…
Fleeting thoughts are not always truth… Truthful ideas can be simple…Perception is a type of truth.
Sorting through thoughts and ideas like a deck of shuffling cards.
How can I find the right card? Is it a trick, a game, amusement?
Is it sleight of hand, or an illusion?
Life is not a game, or a trick.
There are no quick fixes, no magic bullets.
No miracle workers or holy rollers.
It is uncomplicated and it can be as plain as the nose on your face.
Faith is truth. Truth is clear. Clarity is honest.
The answer to life is found in the spirit.
It’s as simple as that.
Poem~35 The Nite Life
it was a see and be seen kind of night
balmy breezes, flashy smiles
twinkling lights- strumming guitars
all of the so and so’s and who’s who
mingling about-cackling, laughing
kissing the air in sundresses and sky high heels
gentlemanly nods-comparing and concurring
cigar smoke rings circling over head
slowly dissipating in the pleasant night air
our fingers touching across the table
star gazing while sipping free flowing wine
pretending we belong-but not really caring
such is the night in our little life
Poem~ 34 You Can Have It
I can sense you competing
whispering your disapprovals
contemplating the shallow bond
challenging their loyalty
sneering at me with your dismal smile
certain you’re infinitely more deserving
smugly confident-sly and condescending
your effervescent charm is nauseating
take it- ALL- if it means so much
I honestly… was only trying to help
no matter my sacrifice-for it was a pleasure
sadly- soon to be but a passing thought
all will pale in your brightness
I will pretend it doesn’t hurt
feign happiness for your success
it’s for the best…
dryly in my mind
she tells me she’s been married three times
I like her, but I instantly judge her
she must be fickle-unstable
my mom was married three times
she was crazy
my dad was married three times
he is a womanizer
is she the same… a crazy man-a-nizer?
her speech is practiced and lyrical
she is deaf and reads my lips
maybe her marital troubles stemmed from communication
missing the subtleties of conversation
maybe her lovers were blind and unappreciative
for she is a captivating vision to behold
a free, wandering, silent bird
smart and searching
I really like her and want to know more!