Distant Closeness

Distant closeness
Driving in this free for all
With no exits
Intense Sui generis
Mysterious epochal roles
Elusive categories of life
Every one desires it
Yet safety of mediocrity beckons
Lamenting happiness
Hope intoxicates
Murky indulgences
Multi layered puzzles
Exclusively crowded
And always an afterwards
Eternal questions
Tame a savage prophecy
By making happy memories
Or just trying too

Eternal Question

Eternal question
Floating eternal question
What is happiness?
Knowing it elusive
Questioning redundancy
Realizing happiness
Hindsight
Unvanquished appreciation
Accepting the inevitable
One small step at a time

Playing Philosopher

Playing philosopher
Whispering words
Living in a song
Violating the rules
Sad when it ends
Knowing it must
The rest of life started
From this point on
Immune from time
Racing shadows
Almost touching sanity
Melancholy obsession
As the last note plays
Bursting with longing
Can’t stay forever
Matters immensely
For a moment
Silence wafting in the aroma of despair
As the next song begins

Edge of yesterday

Life on the edge of yesterday
Deceit organic
Spirits of time lingers
Hope another fool’s game
With a hellacious reality test
Mannequins’ stare
Screaming loudly
In the silence of one’s own mind
Déjà vu mistakes repeated
Dangerous a conscience can be
Hidden with in
Yet small enough to fit
In the palm of a hand
Taste that thought
On ones tongue
Feel the beat
Drain away

Continues Symphony

Reality beyond defined
Fluid impressions
Inevitable familiarity
Fate has no morality
Quid pro quo

Paint that
Looking at the world
Through sea filled eyes

It is the colours in the clouds
And reflected in the trees
That I like

Yet it is the messages
In the shadows
Between the grays and blacks
That speaks to me

Potent as a favorite song
Continues symphony
Opening a path of decisions

My hand grips the air
Reaching for the clouds
Hope a ravenous character flaw
Only I can enter
Words echo “ why are you here?”

Karma has no conscience

Karma will have a say
As she has no conscience
It will be long and painful
or quick and deceitful
Perhaps but not from my view point
Will it reflect scrutiny?
I no longer care!
Threads grow thinner
Time heal all but regret
Karma will have a say
It will no longer matter
The honor will have faded
Humorous at a number of levels
A metaphor in there some where

Thought of the day June 17

Painting without names
Art without soul
Names give the art a reason to be
Mona Lisa named Arica would have no meaning
A painting needs names like they do paint
Images are a thousand words
Images named define the words
Giving it context
Name it only after it born
Because the character will then be exposed
Miss-naming it will cause a life of confusing