Stories
(February 25, 2017)
They all want a story. Maybe
I want one too. Only recently
I heard this one man exclaim,
“Be wary of simple stories!”
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What then, is this exercise
Of constantly building stories?
Well, maybe I’ll do the job still
As long as someone pays the hotel bills.
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But it’s the stories I build for myself,
Those are the ones that frighten me.
They’re all convinced and here I am, trapped
In a constructed world of my stories.
Words
(January 30, 2015)
Neither the bright blue skies;
Nor the pouring moonlight, move me to words anymore.
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Words to think. Words to say.
Words to write. I have lost it all.
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Time passes in staring at a screen.
The screen changes, but the familiar numbness doesn’t.
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The sunlit shadows on the window panes;
The thick grey clouds headed towards new horizons;
The changing skies, the pretty buildings…
I have them all but to no avail. None move me to words.
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Words to think. Words to say.
Words to write. I have lost it all.
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It is a constant chase – of some notions or ideas.
They say, “you are lucky to have a ‘clear head’”
But life rushes by doubly fast.
I count how many days I’ve lived in holding on,
To mere notions.
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And neither do these precious notions –
Those that will be gone with me – bring me to words;
Or thoughts, that can be useful words in turn.
In spite of the babble, despite the noise
Nothing moves me to words.
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Words to think. Words to say.
Words to write. I have lost it all.
December
(December 7, 2014)
“Come December and I knew things will change;
The winter of soulful love will set in;
And it will be time ripe to watch the dead leaves falling again;
Along with broken hearts.”
The winter of soulful love will set in;
And it will be time ripe to watch the dead leaves falling again;
Along with broken hearts.”