Monday, February 15, 2010

this is...

the climactic ending of the beginning
one phase closer to the end
an introduction to the players
with selective bits left out

a divergence from the truth
the conflicting dialogue
that distracts us from what matters
as they scurry to their marks

a developing storyline
and an anticipating audience
one held captive and one deceived
we're deciding which one is which

Friar John comforting a mother
a sister trying to explain the unknown
her brother died and she knows not why
past and present making plagiarism plausible

another father left to bury his own
when he himself is emotionally deceased
he survives on the remnants of the past
when life was an opportunity to proceed

a collection of progression and advance
the story of a family striving to survive
when the mother confronted the father
and the sister accepted facts of her brother

the story of an unforgettable dinner
where truths are divulged
and lies are exposed
humanities become liabilities and the page is stained.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

another tuesday

this could be any day
but it happened to be tuesday
close to the weekend
but far enough to matter
saturday's remnants flake
while sunday is torn between
yesternight's debauchery and
tomorrow's trepidation

when will reality recede
enough to donate a glimpse
of what could be or was
that day in october
where a walk
was more than a walk
or last december
when the kids smiled

i understand that a day is a day
and tonight will become tomorrow
time is relative to what it's touched
so act upon the immediate
memory tells of moments missed
while ambition proclaims
the balance between contrasts
ultimately surrendering to the heart