For No Reason

9/18/12

1:30 am

Nowhere

   

For no reason

                         

It’s funny when I think I’ve got something to say,

But I really can’t say anything.

Not having expression renders it incomplete, doesn’t it?

It’s similar to wanting to write,

Yet you can’t begin to inscribe.

Words are understandably consequential,

But they’re nonexistent if they can’t be understood and interpreted.

To say that one speaks their mind seems unattainable this way.

And so, I think that’s all this is,

A mindless declaration of nothingness!

But then again nothing is anything but simple.

For nothing in itself is intense.

It’s a passionate statement of the lack of something.

When you got nothing, it is something, or lack thereof?

Either way, you know you’re up to something.

Sunday Shoes

4/18/12

1:02 am

Brooklyn

Sunday Shoes

 

There were days that are spent

In utter delight

Just as two old friends

Are brought together in sight

An erstwhile clash

Where no one dared to be near

Callous words were brash,

Repugnance, sheer

Amid all the grief   

Grace persisted through

In a silent ordeal

Where candor rings true

Friendship is sweeter

The second time around

Just as a new pair of shoes

Brings happiness abound

Carpe Diem

2/29/12

3:44 pm

373 Park Avenue South

Carpe Diem

 

Thrust your hand

And stop the flow

Bring out the fury

And let it go

Extend your reach

As high as the sun

Lift your feet

And run as fast you can

Envision your dream

And encourage soul

Prepare for battle

Set your life in control

Time is evanescent

And little moments count

Do not wait ‘til the last second

Fate is yours to surmount

Home

2/15/12

1:01 am

Louisville KY

 Home

 

Where the tranquil wind

Comforts one’s soul

 Soothing as a sweet song

On a restful day

A sweet-smelling harmony

Of ardor and peace

Pervades the heart

And sets the mind at ease

Where strife perishes

And happiness persists

A refuge for the needy

Strength for the weary

When ingenuous love unites with

 Ardent devotion

It heals all wounds

And answers all questions

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