Nonsense I

I wonder what you're wondering when you think about me
Does my love seem to be
A dead weight you're dragging
Or that's dragging you down
As you drown
In a bottomless sea?

The Art of Knowing

I may not be gold

I certainly don't feel like gold

And perhaps I don't want to be gold

I would like to be something like copper

Or iron

Hard

Unforgiving

Not malleable and needy

Because gold needs to be needed... and that is its undoing

Doesn't make any sense, but i'm sure you understand...

I want to be a rock

I want to be a dumbbell

Dumb yet strong

I don't want that knowledge that led man to fall

And I wish I could give it all away...

But I know

Some things

Some things that others don't

Others can't know

It's damnation

Knowledge

Isn't power

It is weakness

It makes you empathize

With darkness

Because you know

That darkness resides where the brightest light does

In Ellipses

The soul lives in strange dusty spaces

The pauses between thoughts

The hesitation before a song

The realization before the ring and the garland

The regret before a wrong

In such a storeroom of sorrow

On memories’ forgotten shelves

I kept a key once long ago

The key to my unknown self

Perhaps that key is finally lost

And lost my soul with it

Perhaps that key is finally found

And hangs on leather band

With cactus and bells and broken shells

Jingling-jangling in your hands...

The Secrets of the Sea

The sea holds secrets
In its bosom deep
Secrets about you that you screamed beneath the skies
Secrets about me that I sealed with a hundred lies
Secrets about us that neither of us know


The sea holds darkness
The blood red ink of love
and the purple ink of my rage
and the green and gold tears I cried
on every single page
They mixed and made the blackness
That holds shards of glass
That in the cover of the night
Masquerade as stars...

Rest In Peace

After all the miles are run
Over gentle stones and humble mountains
Over raging rivulets, thundering storms
Mighty chasms from whence darkness looks into our souls
Infected, hurt, half-healed and half-given-up...
All the miles are run
All the pain has now become
A proof-less, hazy memory

After all the words are said
Tender remonstrations of love
A thousand "I love you"s a day, none meant
A thousand more "I wish you'd understand"s, none said
A million "I'm sorry"s all in cocktails of rum and tears drunk
A million more "Why?"s, none answered
And many many "That's why..."s piled on sky high, sky high...
Grudges, piled on grudges, all swept under a threadbare carpet...
After all the words have been said
My words have now become
Masks to wear to a farce -
Horseplay and gaudy sentimentality

Somewhere I erred
Somewhere right at the start
I spoke but did not hear
I heard but did not see
I saw but did not notice
What we had set out to be
'Us' was a bond forged with love
My love for you and yours for me
But in my hurry to love
I left no pause for being me, becoming me.

Being was good, until I became
Un-me, unlike what I had promised I would be
Living in violation of rules and regulations
Commissions and stipulations
Riddled with misgivings and speculations
Misunderstandings borne of miscommunications
All spurious issues of an epileptic imagination
...Words
They're trash today, see how they confuse and obfuscate
I pimp them shamelessly
Invalidate their validity

It all comes down to what has been said
And unsaid
Meant and un-meant
Proved and disproved
My words are the devil's advocates today
Erasing and rewriting lines
Between good and gone-bad
See what's become of my pride, my power
Words become whores to fakery
Honesty laid to rest in peace
Garrotted with infidelity

Peace, gentle mind, go in peace
Madness has its own reality.