Mysterious

Mysterious

Eyes

I saw yours yesterday

Was surprised to see demons lurking there

You,

Turned the other way

So terrified that one may slip out

and show its twisted head

allowing me to see

a part of you

you hid so well

I should have mentioned this but I didn’t

Wanted you to be my friend

I saw angels there as well

Supervisors of the light

You hoped I was seeing

when cautiously your eyes met mine

again and again

Yet mysterious lies you continued to tell

And as careless words escaped your lips

I saw the truth disappear

Into a hole so deep

It sent shivers

Down

My

Spine

Into

MY

OWN

HOLE.

Holes…

Long, dark tunnels

never-ending

deeper every day

“Why do you stare at me?”

I heard you say

I guess I like mysterious eyes

I am fascinated by holes

Especially yours

mnemonic,

ghostly,

pleasures only I can see

and feel

then later wonder about

when my eyes refuse to close

during those bewitching midnight hours

when I cannot sleep

hopeful that your patient angels

will force the truth upon you

I hold my hands before my face

and I pray

I pray that you tell it

Are you ready for today?

Another hour in the hole?

Were you prepared for yesterday?

When my mysterious eyes met your own

I wish I could prepare you for the ride

The mysterious flight

That often leads to nowhere

but  sometimes with a little effort

Takes you to the bridge of hope

You know the bridge

I know you do

The one most people avoid

because lies are easier than the truth

Forward steps are stairs

backward steps a slide

they feel like an easy ride

but they are torture

I guess it’s really up to you

Who do you want to be?

Do you want to be led by angels?

And feel free?

I saw you again today

Down the hole you went again

Demons your only friend

                                    TOO BAD!

Flawless

Flawless . . .

With

no memories

no aches

no pains

no remedies

no facial lines

no hanging skin

no time to eat

no time to sin

no time at all

no where to be

no way to win

or lose

or try

all so perfect

as

it

is

No flaws at all

No need to fix

What went wrong

For

Nothing

did

Lonely

Lonely

Lonely for a day

                         A week

                         A month

                         A year

Learn to be alone

                         And lonely

                         You

                         Won’t

                         Fear

Some who feel ignored

“Choose “

                         lonely

                         Everyday

Happiness when alone

                         Means

                         You

                         Have

                         Found

                         Your

                         way

Crack(s)

Crack (S)

Down my street

My heart as well

Oh well

Its breathing room

For light

To ignite

My soul

So the other day I was walking

in the park,

through the grass,

avoiding cracks

that were blending,

moving,

wavering,

on the path

made of concrete.

Made for “cracked” people

To walk on.

The grass was different shades of green,

freshly mowed,

smelling new,

like a lakeside view after rain.

And I

Thought a thought

So cracked

It was definitely about me.

But I forget how it goes.

So,

I stayed on the grass.

Then bending down

I grasped

One

Strand

Of

Grass

Between thumb, so numb

And pointer finger old and wrinkled now.

Guess what?

The grass too was cracked!

And like me . . .

It was cracked in all the right places.