If what's tangible is my only reality
How is your love so deeply engrained in me
That empty space between my arms
Sets off every one of my worst fears and alarms
The mere vestige of your breath on my lips
Makes it hard for me to come to grips
That you're not here
It's a weird sort of half-living
To spend most of our time away
But to experience our intensity for only a day
To get used to seeing everything but you
And be apart but still make do
Without that soft caress of kiss
It feels nonexistent, as if my memory's amiss
If our love diminishes out of the corporeal and true
I'll cling to that intangibility as if it were really you
So take note of the sweet little somethings I say
I love you my life, my world
Please stay
Categories:
intangibility, absence, love,
Form: Free verse
well-spoken well-meaning
attempts at getting to the
heart of the matter getting
down to the root of the problem
never worked out to my benefit
always went a stray off onto another
tangent of intangibility
Categories:
intangibility, age,
Form: Lyric
hid insecurities within
ambiguous humor &
convoluted whimsies,
rules consistently changing
in a game which required
hardly more than breath,
nothing less than obscurity
twisting a fallible fancy,
seizing day's intangibility
Categories:
intangibility, allegory, day, deep, emotions,
Form: Carpe Diem
When inspiration flows
Liquid light glows
Down rivers
Thought delivers
From essence
Beyond nonsense
Roam virtual offspring
Among minds grasping
Intangibility
Intelligently
Categories:
intangibility, inspiration, light,
Form: Rhyme
The girl in the mirror says to me
"Don't fall in love, it only ends in tragedy."
I accept her advice and I go on my way -
Expecting a simple, ordinary day.
But then, it happens, and her words echo,
Across my mind as time seems to slow.
I see him standing across the room and I know -
She's right but I cant find it in myself to go.
Days turn to weeks, to months to years,
I begin to think she's wrong, and im free of the fear.
Except, one morning I awake and she's there,
And she shakes her head, runs a hand through her hair,
"I warned you," She says, and i look away,
Because I'm an idiot and he can't stay.
I don't cry or beg or plead as he leaves,
I just stand there and remind myself to breathe.
Because love is beautiful tragedy,
A sorrowful mess of intangibility -
And while the pain is intense, and disorienting,
I know that I am not alive, unless I'm hurting.
Categories:
intangibility, love,
Form: Rhyme
How do you touch the
Intangibility of an unfeigned love –
When it is so attached
To physicality's ghost?
And when does that love
Learn not to breathe –
The air of utter completeness
Through its empty grasp?
Just when does the heart
Learn of acceptance –
Of the impossibility of
Such a perfect rapture?
How do you release a
Spirit that refuses to let go –
That which the mind
Has joined its force?
And does the fire of
Such a love ever extinguish –
Or does it continue its dream
For a tangible ghost?
Categories:
intangibility, confusion, introspection, love, love,
Form: Free verse
Years ago, I bought a basket,
Plain, unappealing –
Weave already unraveled,
I only paid one dollar –
I set the basket on the shelf,
Separated, secluded –
And there it stood,
Unbefitting the decor –
I filled that basket,
With defeated dreams –
My lonely heart,
My deserted thoughts –
I loaded that basket,
With yearning love –
My unspoken need,
My every want –
I found myself gazing,
Often, in fondness –
A beautiful reminder,
For somber times –
My hands may be empty,
My pockets uninhabited –
Aloneness taking its toll,
Privation draping its veil –
The basket stands proud,
Holding seeds of intangibility –
Unfaltering in its stance,
Draped with valor, still –
This Christmas I give you,
An empty basket –
Weave already unraveled,
All I could afford was a dollar –
Categories:
intangibility, faith, holiday, inspirational, visionary,
Form: Free verse