Morning Squemishness

7/25/11

06:15 am

Bklyn, NY

 Morning Squeamishness

Wake up

The morning arises

Laying here

Heavily panting

A breathless sigh

To an unfamiliar day

Of reckoning

Time starts

On a resolute clock,

While churning

Strange numbers

And hazy faces

Slowly recurring

In absolute

And indomitable emptiness

Barely recalling

Obscure details

of a relentless dream

Placidly hallucinating

On the imaginary  

Occurrences of folly

Witnessing

Fresh details of your life story

Consuming  

Another wretched day

Of guilt and innocence

Wake up

The present emerges

Tweak your urges

To another chance

At blissful survival

Wake up

The morning awaits

The present is here

Strum

7/23/11

12:37 pm

Bklyn, NY

Strum

Strum

Plucking steel

Would make it hum

A southern twang

Or exotic slang

Hearkening tunes

As music sprang

Let the music

Wipe away tears

Subdue your fears

And salute to cheers

Ease your mind

Give color to the blind

Set fiery souls

Free to unwind

Strum

Speaking words

Like no other

Could only recover

Such resonance

One and all, will remember

As souls could only utter

Songs in forever

Beyond Compare

07/23/11

1:39 AM

Bklyn NY

 Beyond Compare

How can one forget

That late night brew

An unforgettable chat

No words were few

An unexpected encounter

Of minds that flew

I was one uninvited guest

Couldn’t bid adieu

Despite your struggles

Chaos never ensued

Instilled in me a courage

Unwavering strength renewed

No one can replace

A bond that grew

Amidst scorn and guilt

Still you saw through

Time shall never tell

This be proven untrue

A pact beyond compare

One couldn’t’ argue

The Shoulder Shrug

7/15/11

Bklyn NY

12:31 pm

 The Shoulder shrug

“Life is complicated”

She said to me, candidly.

She heaves a sigh

And with her lips tilted,

She shrugs her shoulders.

Its complicated

To say the least

And it doesn’t do it justice.

Not one soul has the slightest clue

On the incomprehensible process

That encompasses it all.

We have only uncovered 

Convoluted and problematical enigmas

By barely scratching its surface.

“Life is complicated,”

She said to me, candidly.

And this child keeps its obscurity on sight.

She answers the unquestionable without a doubt

Of what seems to be a universal symbol,

Of an untroubled reality.

With a willing nod

She told the whole world that she understood

Without destabilizing its complexity

But purely comprehending

That it’s plainly simple.

Just like a shoulder shrug

Quirks of Fate

06/30/11

11:30 pm

Brooklyn NY Apt 2

Quirks of fate

Cannonball strikes

A resolute citadel with no fortress

Picturesque but gullible

Eclipsing lofty lights

Coercing defenseless warriors

To drop their arms

And push up daisies

Unsightly leprechaun

Sitting at a rainbow’s end

Unappealingly wrapping

Such amusing hue

A pot of gold,

Deceptively seeking trust

To the naïve and oblivious

An undeclared language

Of words unpleasantly genial

Spoken but devoid of meaning

Expansive as written verse

Hiding behind imagery

Subversive but sympathetic

As it longs to be heard.

A learned man

Feigns to be foolish

While flattering the wisdom of others

Reproached to be devious

All the while teaching

That to question in perpetuity

Is knowledge acquired?  

Like a pendulum

The paradox persists

Swinging back and forth

Unswerving against time

And every time it comes

It is spelled differently.  

The irony remains

Peculiarly familiar.