(“The Longest Journey”, 2020, original encaustic)
Along For The Ride
The older I get the less I seem to know
Or even care
And the more I feel a somewhat detached
Observer.
I’m okay with this
Simply because there is no alternative
Although I’m sure a doctor could give me
Some drug or hormone to change my view.
And being okay with it,
Not resisting or striving for something else,
Allows me to see it all
More clearly.
And to appreciate
That my good old apparitional
Body/mind knows what to do,
And that it is still fun to go along for the ride.
(7/22/25)
That’s because there is no reason why
Time and tide are going as they go
Yesterday the sun shone in the sky
Now today the clouds are hanging low
That’s because a question falls like leaf
Does not presuppose a real answer
Nonetheless it questions the belief
Stimulates it, like a taste enhancer
So we taste the distance, glowing flair
Of another spring, that takes its toll
On ill-fading winter of despair
To reborn a summer in your soul
That’s because a bud distends and grows
There is no alternative for this
And the road keeps going as it goes
Over the bygone calamities.
Those are crucial moments
When the intensity rises
When you don’t know
If tomorrow dies
Or you rise
I can see myself calling for shelter
I can see myself greeting the new morning
I know we might loose it all
Or win this last battle
I wish, so siege is the only option
Because loosing the fight
Is not solving the problem
I always fantasised about oh so many mornings
About oh so many longings
You might see me as one of many
And we are strong enough to conquer
The hearts of the psychopaths
The hearts of those old people
I am not saying this was foreseen
There simply is no other way
And to renew this world
There is no alternative
Than to paint it all in colourful colours
To see each and every detail
Through the lense of our knowledge
Of our wisdom
Of our hearts
We are far too many
To loose this fight
Is the feather touch of a fast flying bird eternal?
Does a tinge of tap of a butterfly turn love-journal?
Feelings fluttering like passersby do not come to stay,
Feel it with a pinch of salt and walk away, anyway...!
Though the gentle breeze of the seashore has warmth much to give,
Does it, like a constant companion, come with you to live?
My sentiments are often like my tea cup and my lip,
They have iffy brushing and pressing only when I sip...!
Passion and compassion has abruptly drawn out restraints,
Can't I, when you occupy my private space, have complaints?
If you, in the name of love enter in heart and break it,
Do you think, for your skin deep love I will myself submit...?
Love is love, finally. There is no alternative truth,
Should I, for the sake of your lies trust all that is uncouth?
Bye, bye, my deceiver and dissembler, my hypocrite!
Let us, like the train-tracks , move forward, though not split or slit...!!!
15 June 2023
What's Love Got to Do with It - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Anderson
Stream-ing in the Time of Covid-19
we are in mandated private isolation
my preoccupied muse and I
even though I plead and threaten her
not a single poem will she try
she is silent and stubborn, my arrogant muse
refusing to allow my dormant poetry to bloom
I walk 100 meters each day begging as I pace
back and forth from my bed to the living room
there is no alternative in our seclusion but to stream
so many selections from which to choose
perhaps a courtroom drama or romantic comedy
I long ago gave up on understanding the news
streaming has become my chosen therapy
endless broadcasts distract me from my fears
Outlander, NCIS, Doc Martin, Star Trek Picard
I could continue streaming for years
wait…. words are whispering in my brain
my muse is awakening as if from a dream
she is ready to divulge her masterpiece
and she is using the prompt word…stream
I have learnt a very painful lesson:
those you love most will hurt you the most.
Your heart, laid bear, is defenseless
There is no alternative.
You must risk all for love,
or live as one dead.
It is better
to love than
not to
love.
Love
is life
I'd rather
live with your pain
than live without you.
I'll kiss inflicted wounds
I'll caress marks left by thorns.
I'll bear what excruciates me.
Loving you is the sweetest torment!
The lesson stands: love hurts, but you're worth it!
For Silent One's Contest
Lessons Learnt in Life
2: Its always those you love the most that will hurt you the most
October 4, 2015
I have had sexual relations with this woman
(my soul mate)
I plan on having much more with her-
...hold the cigars, - and any sex toys.
her smooth skin her smell her eyes
her beautiful mouth she is my world,
her loving consumes me,
I'm under her spell, she brings love thunder
beyond romantic-a realm of affection
deep love blessed adorn perfection
...there is no alternative...
...she is my protection...
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