Hug the Pain
Hug tight until the bodies melt,
hearts longing, pulling to the other relentless.
Pull her closer until she no longer knows,
she once was real, and her heart becomes yours.
Hold him, with your soft embrace;
power and strength matter not if you meant it.
Smile young, old, wealthy of blood;
nothing need be lost, when you have become one.
Laugh no need to resist the convulsion;
when you lose track of feelings inside every cell.
Be that is the only task you will always have
as the worlds around care for you more than you know.
Live a duty you have no choice but fulfill,
two in one, and simply go where no one will seek you.
Love like so many others do, yet better,
for they know not that to be two in one, one you must become.
Making Amends
Humble he leans upon the frame of the vast gate
in an instant of silence scarred by the power of decades
seeking energy to warm the troubled weakling.
Pulled by the awesome power of invisible forces
he hopes for a gentle illusion on the other side
between two darknesses as thick as the old prison.
All is still in an eerie hour without connection
strangers know to remain on the periphery
of this encounter no one can perceive.
He imagines a reality at the tip of a great destiny
if only a providential breeze could change everything
so he may land at the foot of the everlasting statue.
But all is quiet, as if perhaps the universe froze
and his insides burn inflated by an insatiable flame
a snapshot for the rest of his days now imprinted upon his soul.
Rebuilding the Thread
Remembering the skill of the fate
I contemplate a light beyond the stars
begging for the miracle of a mysterious power.
It has been too long since I began roaming the seas
unanchored ship in the midst of endless storms
floating above perilous abysses of a thick blackness.
I can still catch a glimpse of the fibers
ripped by a heartless jolt at an instant of joy
they seem alive with an instinct to rejoin.
Somewhere on the other side of these quick sands
the severed half remains in desperate wait
decaying on the stone of a deserted harbor.
I face aft as I aim to discover a brighter form
a hand begging for a touch however brief
warm with the desire to reconnect forevermore.
The Hearse
He thought would be a fine pleasantry
a little snub at the great reaper
to tour the infamous valley with a hearse.
On a steaming august morn’ he took to the road
in his swallow tail armor
ready to collect the first harvest of dark humored visitors.
Chopin teased the walls of the black velvety walls
while wise driver he took to the next curve
the painted hills sides reflected in his ray bans
The dashboard attempted to shy away from the rising star
melting to the sides covering the gauges
one reading 119 degrees in the shade.
A polar breeze came pouring in from the ground
lanky he shivered within the dying fibers
braving the emerging mirage temple pilot he smiled.
There was no doubt of a fortune to be made
for the man who bought the old limousine
safe for the melting asphalt beyond the horizons.
It was still early for the mercury to boil
yet too late for the gesture to reverse course
in this forgotten land he did not expect a deep crevasse.
Already packaged for the eternal journey
the shroud securely tied around his clownish soul
he plunged into eternity, alone and not quite laughing.
Walking to Eternity
Walking in silence on the path to destiny
might seem far when it stretches to eternity.
The road is lined with ancestral firs
their memories plunge into times immemorial
providing a shelter for the wary wanderer
on a day of blistering storms of hail and snow.
Traveling with a bag of regrets for only luggage
stumbling upon harmless blades of grass
the observer will wonder whether there is life
in this echoing shell, carcass of lost fancies.
It seems the tunnel shrinks around the futile soul
his face running with tears of rain, pearls of chagrin
lips bluish like ice in the sun quiver in agony
something pushes this unlikely saunterer.
Aimless he continues on the inscribed journey
doctorless patient of an incurable illness
it is useless to sigh, pointless to preserve a dream
the sentence of life in exile has been declared.
Walking in silence on the path to destiny
might seem far when it stretches to eternity.
