clouds again cover that
which I do not know
enough feeling in two
sustain a break in the
action
not another phantom
appearance disappearance
from our eyes
never in a heart so empty
one whose esoteric and at
that
not even caring that much
of what we
do is the same on
different planes
moving on a journey
mark the thirteenth hour
past
oblivion where we will
take watchtower
where the jester sits and
recites
the notes taken down
from above a sky so gray
with doubt
that the usual suspects
will continue
on the two legged
onslaught
that only two hearts can
feel
no medical attention can
revive the dead
and not enough money to
buy back
the beat of silvio’s
blackened heart
your sadness is for no
reason
the friendships obtained
in your absence
did not create a void
instead brought loose ends
closer
cut off frayed damages
involve not you or I or
her love for you is so
real
friends found secrets
hidden from past lives
are parallel paths merging
moments
time tossed out windows
opened
fresh air is cleansing
stagnant
air and only the two of us
are left with
no face to face
confrontation communication
not a problem
arising only when they are
allowed
to surface like weeds
surrounding the most
beautiful flowers an
abundance of positive energy
around the moon and stars
shooting
beyond the most thought
out circumstances
can only grow when they
change
not changing hands
standing in one spot for
too long causes muscles to cramp
tighten and pain arrives
as a beast
from the jungle of thought
I knew it all once
then I was alone
lost myself and destroyed
my will to live in
happiness never saw my
eyes were closed to
things so close yet miles
away off
a point in
no direction can lead any
of the pieces
to the spot...
we are one in the same
journey with different
eyes
dotted and crossed T’s and
bridges gaps bringing
everyone closer
to true understanding
though we know not what
cause the heart sadness
I pray and hope for hope
to return and give me some
will never see what I have
to offer
you a hand a heart and
mine is an empty bowl that
can
not be filled
overflowing with
compassion
and we both hear the
german shepherd
who follows the flock to a
spot
attention is given to one
who knows he has no
importance
nothing can be conclusive
in a world
where reality is
irrational and
the equation can be
explained and
taught
to know things can be too analytical
for
my overly creative mind
find
a bind to be cut from attachment
to
tell you before the end that
there
is none even when we are
gone down to the river and
see that we are
the river that splits many
times and changes
daily still is always that
river
reflecting faces and
traces the silhouette
of two who know what it is
all about
though explanations make
little or no sense
dents bending only to
avoid
breaking ties with those
who we hold down
to this and that is all I
know I don’t know
what may become
closer and bring nothing
open eyes open mind open
heart
and you may not understand
still only long enough
to hear I am with om mani
padme hum
and nothing more to say
not important or special
or knowing or smart or dumb or
funny or powerful or
enlightened or great or anything...
nothing and I hope you see
me lotus position
mudra of peace
grounded in understanding
fear I have none no hate
no spite no jealousy
only compassionate words
and actions speak
softly spoken softer still
sitting silent...
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