in the pit
of me.
in the heart
of you.
a graveyard
of smiles, and
joys unfulfilled.

life
arrested.

Fear,
unapologetic
and defiant,
ruled unchecked.

unleashed,
and free
to
bind
me,
and trap you,
eternal.

soul melting
in the crux
of the Bull
faced
and Jargon laced
vapid world
of impotent desire.

Money talks (a lot)
and jeebus walks
away
in shame.

kill me gently
with a dull hatchet.
please.

you see
Tulips,
and virgin buds
thrusted
eagerly,
ushering
renewed promise.

but do you also
see
the patchwork
magical
technicolor quilt
of that promise
fulfilled?

fulfilled yes,
yet
expectations
remain,
and with the crisp
pinch of leaf-swirled air,
there is another promise,
again,
of cold and
dark
pain.

underneath
the wadi,
at the end,
there was you.

meeting  for
the first time-
more troubling
than all the other
times
we never met.

are you,
like me,
waiting for
the torrent ?

or do you
like me
hide to
be free?

walls crumble
And
tumble
when Fear’s mortar
is weakened.

only Love can
destroy fear,
But
that is the
thing
we are keeping
out.

Torturous
Pain.
Begets
No
More than
More.

Pain.

I want.
I can t
But
I need.
Nothing.

Your eyes
May be the gate.
To.
everything.

But your heart is
Mine.
Always.

sun rises
sun falls
still
you are there.

moon falls
deep
and silent
into the night
and
I am here
behind the shadow
and between
the fright.

standing tall and
fearful of the past
but safely cloaked
in the
predictability
of tomorrow.

are wonders,
and
horrors.

from which do
you run?

we
fall
to rise
and
fear to
fall again.

we never rise
for fear to shine.

Pain of knowing
one’s light wastes away
whispers provocative action.

so we run.

we run
till we
are alone.

again.

seated with
the wonders,
and the horrors
that never came.

Silence,
Peaceful
Respite.

I Hate it.