december

there's a chill in the air that hurts

through the layers, through the glass

bringing upon a painful numbness

that feeds on memories of significance past

a snowy day with lingering thoughts

sprinkled with doubts of years gone by

kids in gore-tex and feathered down

oblivious or naive, they're fortunate

as i watch them play, I

recall the dynamics of childhood

the drawbacks of change

the gift and the curse of age

beautiful spontaneity, limitless hope

empty black evenings and blanketless cold

striking contrasts with eerie similarity

a portrait encompassing our youth

solitude

Alone with you, I can't help but wonder

Are you the one or another blunder

Destiny's sense of humor has a way

of making the obvious "confidential" per se

Breaking the news once all but I know

Parade Grand Marshall of the idiot show

If why is what, then who is where

The joke remains and I stop and stare

At a train wreck, guilty as charged

Mirror images I ignore with disregard

Dance with me, for I know not why

Only that I'll find a reason for good-bye

Whether it be personal or superficial

You'll thank me as separation will be beneficial

Incurable cancer with a touch of hurt

Doctoral thesis for psychology major convert

inception to conception

raindrops bounce off headlight beams

shimmering reflections

illuminating fermenting dreams

cranial selections

subliminal choices i don't control

intriguing diversions

far too many thoughts to hold

impending dispersion

what sticks is based on days gone by

yesterday's erosion

remnants remain to answer why

eventual notion

tonight i'll sleep, tomorrow i'll awaken

continual conception

i pray i build upon the path i've taken

evolutionary perception