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Preservance of life
gone so rapidly
from a morning more ususal
Smells are similar
soaking the air
of hallways and the phone I last held
dialing for help.
A cardinal chirps on the other side
of the window for bread,
or a life inside to feed.
Her dead eyes are fixed on his stance.
I hear the red sirens
scrape the gray curb
as my fingers tingle with numbness.
Preservance of life goes so slowly,
to the scarlet bird as he takes
off in bored flight.
This is the start of the rest
of my life.
the wind whispers new patterns of movement
new paths to directions unearthed
I listen to this wind
Feel its cold touch on my ear
Walk in the style of its force
It warms me inside with a confidence never felt
It’s so strong that to turn my head
I fear I will fall back –
Back to where there was no wind…..
No want for change, no sense of hearing…its call.
I was deaf and lacked perception of the pressure.
I like this wind.
I don’t know where it came from.
Maybe there’s a portal finally inside that opened
Allowing this new wave of smiles
Wider and deeper than any ocean of tears I’ve carried on my shoulders.
A new wave of pace, for my walk is more erect….
Straighter than the lines I’ve allowed myself to cross.
A new wave of boundaries, limited by grace….
A grace that now opposes irrationality and unbalance.
This wind came in a week.
It moved me out of the deepest holes yet.
A hole so familiar in obsession…
A hole to hold all my past.
A whole desperate emotion.
This wind carried me and lifted me out.
It was so strong at first that it blew out all the dirt from inside me,
All the dirt surrounding the hole caved in, and all the concrete negative notions settled.
It’s covered. I cannot fall in again.
As long as I ride with this wind, I cannot fall again.
Be it as it may, if a foot slips, it will be in a new hole.
One not created by my past, but rather a future I have not labeled yet….or let label me.
Filled Up With Empty
As the fan blows air
Circulating tones of people
And their voices
Closely listen to
The sound that is
When they stop talking
Sleepy and dazed
Work redundantly speeds
My nerves, shakes my body
Work gets done
Fingers stop typing
The fan comes to a stop
Chairs push themselves in.
Traffic signals the night
Books that smile on my pillow
TV’s electric light show ends
Pets are called
Sleep programmed to fall
90 minutes to go and counting….
I’ll be out.
It’s like the day is filled up with empty.
Small paws attempt cabinets
I raise the white flag
tin can warns cuts
sometimes a scorpion, in the pleasure of my sting....
sometimes a spider, in pursuit of my prey.
sometimes an ant, carrying anothers load...
now though, my heart fees like a cocoon...
not sure what colors will determine my
fading days, of a passionate phase
makes their way through a memorable haze.
sticky nights, monthly frights,
are forseen sights...
to more love bites.
your talk, all wrong....
i sang my song....
and wore my thong.....
it didn't take you long.
no longer can we play,
this make believe day,
of you having your way.
so we part, and i kept my heart....
far from your tart
ways....from the start.