Losing Princely

Look at him Lord,
he is rising like smoke -
slow... choking... transient...
elusive smoke...
He fades...

I feel like I am loosing Princely -
that I am taking steps farther
away from him...
That my body walks this
sphere in opposing directions
with my soul - my spirit -
His struggles are different
Lord: of the intellect and
spirit...

I am moving away from myself -
I seem to forget my passion,
my goals, my needs - my wants!
I seem not to know what I am
here for anymore -
and although I know, I have
enclosed myself within the needless
borders of expectations -
which I am bound to meet

And the seconds carry me away
- from me!
Tears knock my eyes door...

But even in this journey away from
me - I find you! - so I find
myself again, for you
contain me...

I Kissed The Sky

Did I laugh?
Or did I cry? -

I am mesmerized by the hazy lazy beauties
of luxury into the darkness
of oblivion -

...so I cannot possibly remember!

How can I?
How do you expect me to?

Sitting on this computer -
clicking - moving to another one -
rotating... clicking... then
moving to another one -
realizing -
the truth that all I have done is -
NOTHING!!

How can I remember the sweet dance
of the tears -
mama tear and papa tear -
as he serenaded her
and she ran gracefully down my cheek
...so he followed closely behind! -
how can I remember that??

It is impossible for me to remember the
delicious sensation that - in bitterness -
choked my throat -
How can I remember this laughter?

The problem with you is that you want
so many details -
and my problem is that I do not
remember -

...so you remain with your questions
for I -
I did nothing but kiss the sky!!

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"I did nothing..." you say, -
how can one "do" nothing?

Alchemy

Heavy trickles slowly down
And I in patience pine
Seconds run infinite to Town
For mercy’s strange to time –
But Town is not, so seconds frown
And Heavy still oozes fine –

My head aches as thoughts break
And I pull Ale and Cake
But Stomach fails to hold
And Ale falls, and Cake rolls
Down an endless Hole –

Eureka! –

I stretch my hand and wait to hold
From Heavy a weighty lump of Gold
But even Heavy now grows old
Even Air now is sold
(And still there is no Gold) –

Distraught I hop from my shop –
All life is Dope, there is no hope
And so I throw my Hands in Wind
And this void now becomes a friend

Touching Wind – holding Wind –
I cannot – but Wind touches me –
It holds and embraces me

Now in all, I see gold
In myself and in my world –

--all we do is Alchemy until we touch Wind--

>>One of the deepest pieces I've ever written!!!

When Titles Don't Matter

My eyes are fighting these tears
but the tears win the battle
anyway…
There’s a wind blowing in my
heart – and it hurts – breaking
down things for long held dear
…
There’s a storm raging in the
hole in my soul; splashing
angry waves…
A thunder disturbs the delicate
internal balances that hold my
sanity and the essence that is me
…
Bolts of intangible pain electrify
my being – “Me” feels it strongly
within…
Like seismic waves they shake
me up – disturbing the equilibrium
that I consist of – mind, body and spirit
…


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>>God came in this day - and changed tha rest of my night!!
Thanx Dad!!