Consternation flourishing through stress.
A swing to suasion that is silky and helpless.
Without notification, you slip away pointless.
Rather, there was a burst of uncanny swiftness.
The latest loop is slighter than season darkness.
Effects faint, yet long, the harm that is endless.
As you hear the wail, you quit, being speechless.
Only I could understand paradoxical madness.
There is never a clear quotation near vainness.
Written: October 25, 2022
I wish I had a way
To watch you close your eyes
The moment you give up searching
For reality's light lost and lurching.
I wish I had a way
To watch you dance with fire
In these shapeless bars of guilt
Singing for each hope you split.
I wish I had a way
To watch you laugh so untramelled
To find your world's secret chink
The break of my desire's brink.
I wish I had a way
To blend in with your senses
Like a flower over the wave
For the dead calm to crave.
I wish I had a way
To carve your lost white outlet
With my hands to absolve vainness
Mould for you an earthen forgiveness.
I wish I had a way
To look boldly at your fear
When your desires seem to withdraw
Into tempestuous seas of dodecatheon law.
I wish I had a way
To watch you spread your wings
With each great and each weak
Flight you owe,flight you win.
I wish I had a way
To walk with you on paths
That pass from instinct to need
From need to wishes that concede.
I wish I had a way
To feel your weary hands hold
The disaster along with the compassion
Through time of destiny and passion.
Thirty-five years in a fifty year old building where I repair all.
Having that many years of changes within, each one I have saw.
I answer calls each day to fix everything, either big or very small.
Reality is and this is not vainness, they expect me never to fall.
Truth is I listen to every word that is said, though it might be tall.
Years of paying attention watching closely to every bouncing ball.
Facilities maintenance is one title that my job holds so dear.
I just call myself a maintenance man, and no job do I fear.
Victory is mine if I can repair and keep it running so clear.
Eventually though all things must be replaced some year.
Years spent in one place can take a toll on anyone’s heart and mind.
Every soul needs a change once in awhile, so peace they can find.
Another twelve years is what spirit will endure, before I unwind.
Retirement is not what I seek, for I have always worked in a grind.
Service to others is more than a job to me, my life, existence refined.
Listen from my heart.
Only true affection glows.
Vainness will destroy.
Each one needs a love so true.
Real emotions, not just sex.