Your end?

My end?

Where the hell’s the middle?

You say this.

I say that.

What the hell’s the deal?

In the end

It looks like karma,

and we’re stuck here on the wheel.

You over there.

Me over here.

And where the hell’s the middle?

 

Right where it has always been;

holding your end and mine together.

If it weren’t for the middle

we would fly off altogether;

and our karma would be done

freed from one another.

 

No need to ask the questions

of what and why and wherefore.

The wheel just keeps on turning.

 

The crucial matter comes to this;

Are we ready, willing, able

to let go our desperate grip

on karma’s timeless wheel?

 

And the wheel of karma;

it keeps on turning.

My end?

Your end?

What the hell’s the difference?

 

If the wheel is truly timeless,

no beginning and no end;

where am I going anyway?

How long will it take

to get from where I find myself

to where I think I need to be?

If all along the truth is this;

where I am is where I ought to be

therefore so for you.

 

My end?

Your end?

What the hell’s the difference?

Here we are together

on this timeless karmic wheel.

It seems the only way for balance

is to meet right in the middle.

Your end?

My end?

Where the hell’s the middle?

You say this.

I say that.

What the hell’s the deal?

In the end

It looks like karma,

and we’re stuck here on the wheel.

You over there.

Me over here.

And where the hell’s the middle?

 

Right where it has always been;

holding your end and mine together.

If it weren’t for the middle

we would fly off altogether;

and our karma would be done

freed from one another.

 

No need to ask the questions

of what and why and wherefore.

The wheel just keeps on turning.

 

The crucial matter comes to this;

Are we ready, willing, able

to let go our desperate grip

on karma’s timeless wheel?

 

And the wheel of karma;

it keeps on turning.

My end?

Your end?

What the hell’s the difference?

 

If the wheel is truly timeless,

no beginning and no end;

where am I going anyway?

How long will it take

to get from where I find myself

to where I think I need to be?

If all along the truth is this;

where I am is where I ought to be

therefore so for you.

 

My end?

Your end?

What the hell’s the difference?

Here we are together

on this timeless karmic wheel.

It seems the only way for balance

is to meet right in the middle.

tomorrow

tomorrow occupies a sepulcher
where only the dead survive

silence

i can't hear the silence
it's too deafening
i can't see the silence
it's too obvious
if i can't see or hear the silence,
is it still there ?

Well of loneliness

Staring down another well of loneliness
How deep it really doesn't matter
One can drown in a teaspoon of water

It did not happen

I am seven years old.
My brother is ten.
The beating was brutal.
My brother is recovering consciousness.
I believed he was dead.
My father made us watch,
as he threw him off the wall.

Quick !

Do what is necessary in my head
to forget.

Here and now.

The best way is to
pretend it didn't happen.
I must not speak of it.
No-one must say anything.

It did not happen.

It did not happen.

Not just pretend;
but change the memory itself
Bury whatever is left of it.

Here and now.

It did not happen.

Wild creature

My love is like a wild creature
who visits me at her whim.
I cannot ever expect to know
when she will appear again.

I wait at our familiar rendezvous
hoping for a fleeting glimpse;
enough to inspire more words
of admiration and devotion.

The secret

Come out,
come out,
wherever you are.
I know you're in here.
You dirty little secret.
Gnawing and eating away
at the edges of my soul;
like some voracious parasite
smart enough to know
I must stay alive,
or it will surely die.