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Aesop said
that the wolf
who couldn’t reach the grapes
that dangled
promiscuously
from the vine
declared
that the grapes
were sour.
Like the wolf,
I’ve turned my back
on sour grapes
searching elsewhere.
But still,
they hang there
glistening
in the summer sun.
And I wonder
if
they’re really sour
after all.
I end up doing this a lot.
Acting like I know what I’m talking about.
Trying to show that I know about this or that, one thing or another, watching from the outside as friends who are not friends carry on superficial conversations with no regard to the blatant idocracy of their speech.
Of course, that’s only sometimes.
There are times too when life is good, when I can start a conversation about one tiny tidbit of life, one minute and inconsequential element that can connect two dynamically opposed and different human beings. One word, one phrase, one life-changing idea that makes the difference between a life of loneliness and a life of love.
Conversations make a difference.
Words are more than just items to take up space, to eliminate the silence. Words make meaning, make power, make a difference. They spark a laugh, a tear, a thought.
They have the power to change
I didn’t know
that a number
could mean so much.
Yet it does.
There are things
I can do today
that I could not do
only a day ago.
Have I changed
that much
in twenty-four hours?
I
certainly don’t feel
any different.
The Queen has abdicated the throne.
She left.
Her term had been short,
yet a lack of communication
forced her to resign
just like the Queen before her
who implied promises
that were never fulfilled.
Yet the people needed the promises.
Before her,
there was no clear Queen,
no clear leader.
It was organized chaos.
For the people,
life went on
but it was constantly shifting.
What happens now?
A Queen will be found,
but when?
And,
more importantly,
will she be the one?
Will she be
the last Queen,
ruling forever
over her kingdom?
waves rolling in
on the sandy beaches of my mind
emotions
thoughts
they drift in
they drift out
i’m manic
i’m moody
i’m angry
i’m sad
tides roll in
tides roll out
i can’t stop it
i can’t explain it
but maybe
just maybe
Someone can
someone special
Someone who
can freeze time
so that
it’s only us
walking the sandy beaches
of our minds
the sun never setting
the waves never flowing
just you and me
your hand in mine
eternal bliss
There hangs an old rope
from the twisted limb
of a dying tree.
Brown and knotted,
it swings
in the spring breeze.
Blue-green water
like a hungry dog
laps
at the clay banks.
Seed pods tumble through the air,
landing in the murky liquid.
The nose of a curious fish
pokes at them,
determining their worth.
I’ve never done this before,
swung on such a rope
into uncharted waters.
I grasp the woven cord.
I walk away from the water
and turn,
facing my enemy.
Summoning my courage,
I start to run.
Sensing the moment,
I pull myself up
and soar
out over the unknown depths.
I wait
until my momentum vanishes
and then
let
go.
I fall
down,
down,
down,
down.
In that brief second,
I consider the possibilities.
Will it be cold?
Will it be refreshing?
Will it be warm?
Will it be inviting?
I let gravity go
and slowly
let my life
pass
before my eyes
until that moment
when I
make
a
splash.
Omniscient presence,
unknown and mystifying,
help me to put others
above myself
and to keep in mind
that nothing is for certain.
As I wander through life,
guide me and keep me
on the path of goodness
taught by your great teachers.
Thank you,
whatever you are,
for always being there
even when thoughts
of greed and selfishness
try to push you away.
All these things I ask,
planting them in good soil
that they might bear good fruit.
Let it be so.
You!
You,
with your coal black hair
and your adorable smile.
How can you be so happy
when I’m here dying inside?
I see you talk to other guys.
I try to force a grin,
but
behind that façade
I’m drowning in emotion,
trying to keep myself afloat
as despair tugs at my shoes,
weighing me down.
I want you,
but only you can say,
“yes,”
and nothing I can do
will influence your decision.
Never before in my life
have I cared
so inexplicably much
about something
I have absolutely,
absolutely
no control over.
I love you
for who you are,
and I hate you
for making me feel this way,
and it’s this confusion
that makes me want
to repeatedly
bang my head against the wall.
I will one day tell you
what I think
how I feel.
Will you tell me
what I crave to hear,
or will you
with that sad smile
tell me words
that will pierce my aching heart
and burn
as cold as the ice
melting down my back.
The electric razor
burns my skin
as I lean against the wall
wondering what in hell
I am going to do.
