How much longer

How much longer, before the lesson is learnt,

twice bitten, twice stung, twice burnt,

not naive anymore, the ruse only goes so far

how'd you play with fire and not expect a scar?

Broken Glass

Strange are the ways,

of shattered glass,

better left broken at times,

than held, in hurting caress.

But we hold no grudge,

we yield to reason,

it was not the day,

just was not the season.

But it isn't our failing,

that we obey our heart,

that the meaning in our eyes,

forked wide apart.

But can scattered pieces,

and but a spoonful of glue,

bear the drops again,

and stop the spew?

The day may never come,

or maybe isn't yet here,

when we dare blow at dust,

settled deep on a crusted tear.

Strange are the ways,

of shattered glass,

better left broken?

than held, in hurting caress?

The siege

There used to be a fortress. Impregnable and proud.
Contained but cocooned. Determined but hidebound.

Stones are merely instruments of the will that rules within.
No match for a long strung arrow flaying the tender string.

The weakness lay deep, but they'd caught the slight blink,
the walls would not hold now, they'd shred the weakest link.

The gates now thrown open, the forces marched in,
and every strike drew blood, as they caught the naked shin,
they would not win it all, the will was not all gone,
but the armor of pride and certainity, lay forever worn.

But brusies make stronger, and wounds leave scars,
serving as incessant lessons, of forgotten old wars,
and with walls goes the dogma, chains that held you back,
narrow minds pried open, to many a different track.

Peace prevails where there are walls. They will go up again.
But what they protect shall never be the same...

Ephemeral

Is my only sin,
this ephemeral high,
belied only, in quickened beats,
not a scream, just a sigh.

as numbers fit & words rhyme,
colors flow & philosophers dine,
I did it, I indulge the sin,
the sin of calling it mine.

in that passing moment,
I hold an illusory sway,

and then it goes away ...

catch and release

so hard to hold
hard to let go
its miles apart
just a stone throw

breathe it in
and spit it out
i am so sure
so full of doubt

grasp tight
an empty fist
lose sight
in clearing mist

do you see?
what i mean
really sober
creatin' a scene

read into it?
a bit of tease
the disconnect
catch and release

Now as the words just dissolve,
unable to move a mind
unwilling to break a resolve.

It’s not in clever words, I realize,
where I seek my riddles,
where I seek my prize.

Is there less truth in trite?
any less metal in rusting iron,
than in gold polished bright?

Edge of reason

Somewhere I lost my way,
damn the restless minds,
even reason isn't reasonable,
if it weighs all it finds.

Within it's own premise,
is it any less than treason,
if to fathom it's own edge,
all I have is reason?

Mired in it's boundlessness,
where is the dividing wall,
now all is true and fair,
or nothing pretty at all.

I scream and I am numb,
tell me right from wrong,
in this smoke and mirrors,
is there a real song?

Of million tunes playing,
where is the one I own,
not demeaned or decried,
b'cos it's all I've known.

I can cry or I can laugh,
I can't straddle the fence,
I can love or I can hate,
but can't keep the pretense.

Will I find myself, or,
like a stranger I must die,
having lived in reflections,
in my shadow in another eye...

Incomplete

Words are but for expression,
a means to another end,
scraping beneath the surface,
peering across the bend.

The meaning lies in the canvas,
that I must paint with thought,
I can but conjure puzzles,
the answers must still be sought.

Answers I wish are profound,
to mysteries not too small,
while I worry I'll not solve any,
I'm scared to solve them all.

Why can't answers we choose,
from as far as the mind can fly,
must we ever run out of rhymes?
must the child ever die?

to be continued. Someday.

Hypnotized

Every now and then, I see something so nice,
daren't use two words, where one would suffice.

Because I am afraid, I'll violate its meaning,
with even a tad of gloss, a tiny bit of preening.

It stands so perfect, not judged nor criticized,
there is nothing to say, just drift away hypnotized.