Monday, August 22, 2011

A Posteriori


Best you never took heed 
Cognizant eyes sank
quicker than a December sun
Blind leading the blind, learning to use other senses
Don’t think it gets easy
Prove that I don’t fall victim to perpetuals 
Prove there’s a forgiveness above the heads of malignant
These walls seep archaic, 
I caught myself trading secrets with the moon
Spilling my guts from the mind of another
A man’s only as good as his word, I’ve been lacking
Whatever will be, I’ll be
You missed their landscape, took other decor
Smiling through every bout of anguish, 
I’ve watched the second hand chase minutes longer than I should’ve
Dismissing every cold Winter
You’ll give it back for gray skies, I promise
Fingertips brushing antiquities amongst lakeside shores,
The sand, waves, tattered sails, all of it besmirching
But you’ll soon see
The most comforting smiles come from around the strangest corners
Never knowing when or why
It’s what you’ll learn to admire, the wait
Waiting for nothing until something becomes everything
Seizing every ordinary,
Every memory, every necessity
Tasting life through trial and error
Keeping every season, stories written on lines of an aging face
The gift of listening
Embracing pasts left unheard under floorboards
Using ears as they should be
Excusing myself from neglected post-marks and impotent years
I’ll measure time, not in minutes
But in smirks and sunrise
Begging for days to
Teach me something
Withered and still learning, withered and learning

Fade Approach


I’d sweep you off your feet again,
but I’m only well versed in languish,
I’m not telling you when I’m walking away from this,
Disenchanted with the world I’ve missed these past two decades
Burning a perspective, burning this cage, burnt out and lacking unique
“You’re only as good as your setting,”
These smoke and mirrors have covered undesirables forever
Piecing the agony of others, staving off my inclinations
It’s a disease, the smile of others outweighing mine
I’m making amends with being second,
Inhabiting the traits I’ve been given.
No longer in fear of futures, Settling a score with past mistakes
One foot in front of the other,
Tracing the clouds with the eyes of others.
Unlearning habits, I’ll pass genuine on to anyone that cares to have it
It’s gone missing lately
Oh how quickly you forget attraction,
Hanging our heads to the ground until someone lifts us by the chin.
Stumbling on mistakes even the greatest of men make.
The thing about love is once it burgeons, without it you can’t survive.
I’m still surviving.
You’ll find poetry in mending through the night,
and I swear I’ll find something, anything to begin.
There’s light at the end of this tunnel,
I’d love to see it just once, just once.