Searching for a unicorn:
a fool’s errand at best.
That such a thought would come to mind,
I never would have guessed.
The likelihood one might be found
is quite small, at least soon.
It’s possible there’s only one
betwixt here and the moon.
Vivacious, oh so agile -
they’re light upon their feet.
From sturdy stock, not fragile
and quirky, fun, offbeat.
If you would chase a unicorn,
you’ll have to learn her haunts,
slip quiet to her secret place
to find out what she wants.
I’m dubious I’ll find again
a creature of such class;
I’m hoping if I manage to,
she’ll like a lowly ass.
In Arabian singsong, the dancer began
Searching for tempo in desert sands
Torso twisting and turning to the rhythm of time
With a toss of her head and a shake of her mane
Tambourines rang, spectators clapped
the dancer transformed, shot into his lap
Wriggling her belly and lighting his fire
she struggled to control her desire…
… At the end of the night, slumped over, frail, spent
too many years barely paying the rent
A single soul searches
through an endless sea
for another to love,
and make life complete.
The quest may be long,
a race against time,
and there's no guarantee
of what it will find.
Many obstacles
may lie in its way,
but dreams of happiness
give strength to each day.
And once it has found
true love in its heart,
two souls become one
never to part.
Its not what you see..Always..Who can see always anyway.? Well I know.' I know
Silly question Father.' It was re...Oh you knew..' Anyway I..? No cause in reality me
Its not..Now say for instance i was
talking
On the phone no visuals..And i say you are a
Christian..And the answer comes no i
Am a muslim..? Now what can i do? if it was
Not ' my word?' I have to consider carefully, i cannot, never exclude God
He is inside me.' I must persevere in these
Earthly shoes.)
The Road
Fades slowly toward an endless withdrawal.
Into the wind, where dusk looms and time slows
To a hush. Brace, brace, in fragments vanishing.
Gateway to nowhere. Run, run! Towards this road.
a head while stumbling upon the ruins of ?yesterday
Daydream, take a moment to contemplate this path.
Skipping stones off driftwood, adrift, wondering how
You get here? And what does it all mean, every step?
Still a place of concurrence. If only there were an end,
Or this turning point? Save your tears, regrets; there now. In the silent ocean.
Down this road is a darkness, all-consuming, best laid
plans.
I brought the rent home
after a day of work in the heat.
The homeowner was gone.
His uncle who he took in
was yelling
I went away.
Clothes cluttered
the living room floor.
Sometimes I had to admit
to myself I felt this
was not a home to me.
Last night I searched
my laptop for images
of women once loved
and allowed my mind
to wander.
a wanderer
maybe that was who
I was meant to be
The moon looked in
the window while
the television in the living
room played the same thing.
Another housemate slept on the couch.
A manager asked if I could
come in on a day off.
I told him no to protect
my time and allow myself
to drive around and write.
He called it a hobby—
never read the books I wrote.
My books were kept on a shelf
above the dresser in my bedroom.
In my dreams another was born.
I am in a good place emotionally,
but I feel like my heart is always searching
searching for my son, who is no longer on earth
searching for a deeper connection with my son
who is only a few hours away
searching for peace in a world of upheaval
I have learned that silence can sometimes feel like a room with no doors and yet some how still keep searching for meaning inside its shape Yearning for eternal rest not as an ending, but as forgetting the weight of being seen.
As I slip into the void of endless black, I do not fall so much as dissolve into thoughts I never said out loud.
There are voices I still carry deep inside me Your acidic tongue drips venom, and I learned how words can bruise without even touching skin.
Still, I stayed longer than I should have, mistaking damage for depth, mistaking that longing for love.Love that seeps from curling words into a floundering bloodstream and I feel it even now how something tender can travel through pain and I still insist on surviving.
I do not know what am becoming, only that I am no longer who I was when I began.
And maybe that is the quiet truth of it all to not escape, not arriving but continuing with everything still echoing inside me Am drowning quietly
Why does everyone drive the same car you do?
I never noticed blue cars before
But now they’re everywhere
I’m looking for fragments of you in crowded parking lots
Slowing down at intersections and glancing into oncoming traffic
Every windshield has my attention until it reveals a stranger’s face
Every blue car becomes a question
Every one becomes hope that lives for a second
I find myself searching for you without intention
But I’m microdosing disappointment
Because it’s rarely you
This small town has too many versions of blue
And every one makes my heart speed up
Just a glance
A smile
A silhouette
The knowing you saw me too
And hoping the thought of me lingered
I wonder if I accidentally interrupt your day the same way you do mine
Have your eyes ever searched for the orange?
Only to realize
It was just another stranger headed somewhere
And wasn’t me
Maybe you don’t search for me at all
Or maybe you do
I’ll probably never know
And maybe there aren’t that many blue cars
Maybe once you’ve loved someone
The world starts painting itself in their colors
Love isn't something you find.
Love is something that finds you.
As I slip into this void of endless black,
I wonder: could I be but dreaming?
Is there an end somewhere to this madness?
Or, is it something I hold gently in my heart,
for fear its love might bruise me.
Did I, in haste, submit to its temptations--
the color of rainbows and lavender clouds,
reminding of childhood’s daily wonders?
Yes, I do hear footfalls, but they’re my own
as I search, reach, reach for the loss…
Can I, somehow, reclaim the grandeur
that I once held so lightly in my life.
Can I find it again—the dream so lovely,
Or, is it now but a memory: Irreplaceable Youth.
riding in the dark under a moonlit sky searching for myself
Nothing stirs
Cut off from the work I knew
Which way
Shall I set out to rescue myself?
Peace
Frantic man, be at peace
Peace
Anxious soul, be at rest.
I am
A soul reunited with its body
I remember
Exactly where I went.
Looking around, I know there's no one here
Your eyes were so unique
Similar to mine
and I wither away each day
like a flower given too much attention
but never any water
I am hollowing from within
These faces are just faces
Beauty is just beauty
Without the context of
all that's been and all that I dream will be
It has no meaning
I look upon their faces I see my own
Only when I look upon your face
Do I see my soul
Do you ever wish you could turn off the feelings?
and just BE without the option of good or bad
Lately it seems like I have more of latter
but it does matter and I will try to get better
at handling all the emotions, which seem to
take up an ocean and look for the joy in life
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