Openworks

Our lives a web of transparencies
Openworks of configurations
Flesh blanketing a skeletal frame
Beyond cells of propagated limbs
Extended courtesies, obliging
Kindly words of forgiveness spoken
The wounds of life’s bitter offerings
Fester without bandage nor dressings
Eyes castigate in hasteful judgment
Lo reasonable considerations
Would now behest our swift attention
Save unintentional consequence
May substance flow in unrestricted
Chaste embellishment for adorning
….this mantel of our integrity

Neurons in a cacophanic transfer
Teeming familiarity to
Infinite networks interwoven
Electrified by outward senses
A mind in all its complexities
Disseminating alterations
Divergent streams of great distortions
Fabricated to unkindly end
The human condition challenges
By virtue of our imperfections
Blood coursing through constricted veins
Life force of variant energies
Whilst heart and soul in deliverance
Congeal in functional accordance
….the very essence of our being

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Seasons For Change

Your eyes glaze over in idle curiosity

A banal silence washing over your voice

In this moment pain and anguish reigns

A heart that slows after timeless beats

Thoughts that wander impatiently

Between now and nowhere searching

Tears that burn as ducts run dry

Diffusing anger of what could have been

Little ones lost that never grew up

What I’d give to make it go away

The tidal ambivalence, nothing gained

Does a day fall so heavily into the night

Without sunshine nor stars would you see

In your autumn your hand now unsteady

Your walk without purpose and stilted

Jaded by losses with time you forsake

Accepting what life so unkindly unfolds

Unlikely reason, untimely reprieve

Rest well upon nightfall, divine is your grace

For the change of seasons fills your dreams

Embrace with dignity whatever must be

The night is still yours, the dawn of days

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Upon Layered Souls

As tiered as in lyrical verse
Thoughts linger in layered repose
Recessed in memory shaped as
A Bonsai painstakingly pruned
Intrinsic limbs of solitude
Hang lazily in altered state
Buoyant transitions of stratum
Void of cognitive dissonance
Photographed images shaping
A lifetime of moments we shared
Eclipsed by a passing notion
Draped in a moonlight serenade
We gaze with longing wonderment
Through the eyes of a layered soul
Our destiny shadowed mirrors
Prophesy of things before us
Stepping stones pattern our journey
A heartsong forever embraced

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You Gave Me A Lifetime

What I’d give for each moment spent with you
Each second, each hour we’d celebrate
The gentle caress of a nurtured hand
Lips barely touch though the sweetest of kiss
You’d coddle my every waking hour
Your kindness my blessing, together we
Made music enriched by our very souls
It was ours to keep and never let go
An eternity passed unknowingly
Just grant us some time, too soon would it end
Though in anger at times the words we spoke
In our hearts we were just examining
Feelings of turmoil, an inner weakness
The tears that you cried, the sadness you lived
Oft drained you of energies better used
I’ve begged your forgiveness, absolved my wrongs
Let the thorn of a rose never keep us apart
Lo its petals may always conjoin two hearts
Forever is how it truly must be
Together for a lifetime cherishing
All that we’ve had and whatever may be
In this place and hereafter…stay with me

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companions, lovers, friends...nothing else matters

State Of Being

To embrace the seemingly out of reach

What eludes our cognizant state of being

Fervent intentions, ever kindly grace

Your words, always offered in constancy

Gentle your touch that transcends from the heart

An unspoken gift, telling glance and smile

Endure my unsavory utterance

Insipid rantings and misplaced anger

Intolerance wagered without regard

For life and its givings I cannot change

Your eyes glazed over in disappointment

Disheartened, yet in silence you digress

In my favour, you gesture willingly

Friend without condition, will always be

My strength, my endurance, my state of being

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