Why Sisters Are Cool

I called my sister today,

before I even uttered a word

she asked me if everything was ok,

then in a gasp I tried to breathe

she said then, what’s wrong?

 

I called my sister today,

before I even uttered a word

I knew I could lose my shit

and she would think it be okay

she waited for me to breathe

I told her I was tired.

 

I called my sister this way

I knew she would hear what I wanted

to say yet her patience is my takeaway

she waited, she smiled, I could feel it,

I could feel her love, it’s just her way.

I took a breath, and our conversation …

 

In the matter of a phone call home

I discovered love is always on display.

The Deepest Cut

There in the silence

a wandering soul,

human being

whom when asked

will respond,

will navigate

inside a moment.

 

What is it the

seeming attraction

takes their heart

beyond finding peace,

instead persecution

offers solace

before a quiet passion.

 

Once in a storybook

lived a man

who did question

his life,

the meaning around

what is value,

still he found no answer.

 

There is a fear sometimes

in words,

those subjective tones

an affirmation

later became

such a powerful

condemnation.

 

How do we survive

when the brain

seems readily drawn

to yanking,

demanding,

interrupting the flow

of a soft heart.

 

Where is the deepest chasm,

one that defines our lives.

Observing Humanity at Ease

Driving along the highway this morning, I came upon a woman walking alone on the side of the road. I found her to be an odd sight, it was raining, there wasn’t a sidewalk per se, and she was walking away from an industrial region of the city. I looked around to see a stalled vehicle, or something to indicate why she was walking in the rain, with a phone to her ear, not looking particularly stressed but out of sync with her reality.

I then wondered how I might possibly know her reality, what her life was, why she would be walking in the first place, and finally why I would be wondering about this stranger on the road in the early morning hours. My first immediate thought was this was a woman walking by herself in an unfamiliar area. The first thing that went through my mind was she was vulnerable. I thought about whether or not she was safe. My next thought was I had no idea what her life was, and perhaps this was a daily routine she employed to walk to work, and she was just on the phone occupying her time on a typical walk. I then thought about my own world.

How often do I walk alone in an unfamiliar area to get from one place to another? I usually have my car, and if I’m somewhere that is not routine, I’m perhaps on my bicycle exploring, or vacationing with a purpose to go wherever I do happen to land. I wondered about the routine of our lives, how compact and determined our lives may be, without a lot of risk for adventure beyond planned events. In my eyes, this woman was on a journey of unusual circumstances, and perhaps I was making my noting of her presence far more impactful than it was.

I couldn’t help think about how purposely safe our lives are in today’s society. Though we have anxiety in our choices, our risks, and our opportunities, in general, I believe our lives are fairly preserved with always familiar protective boundaries. We are not often found in places of risk, or spontaneity that might upset the natural scheme of things, we call our reality. At least that was the overwhelming feeling I got when encountering this human being, walking in the rain, talking on her telephone, along a busy highway feet trampling the gravel where no walkway existed.

I wonder sometimes, what are the circumstances of our lives that help create the burden of anxiety we sometimes carry around with ourselves. For me, I have the opportunity to recognize addictions to be a major piece of what compels my inner thinking when contemplating my decisions. In the case of the woman on the highway, there was a time when I might be compelled to stop and ask where she was going, part of a ploy to find mutual attraction in the moment.

I wonder how it is we find ourselves in the trappings of creating visible shields to protect our lives from the society around us. We don’t wish to be judged or thrown into a category of miscreant. We wish only to be seen in the best light, and though this person I encountered on the highway probably lives an extremely normal life, in this one moment I placed her in a completely different world, one filled with a bounty of suspicious analysis that helps us the observer feel we are doing right in our own lives. At least that was my takeaway for myself on this rainy day in autumn.

Perhaps a sunny day with temperatures in the 80’s might have presented a more plausible observation. Today though, I am reminded just how sheltered our lives have become where it is an abnormal sight to see a human being walking along a busy highway with no visible means of explanation beyond their existence.

Fortunately, I have enough gasoline in my tank to get me from point A to B, preserving my stake in this societal machinery we plan our lives around.

Letting Go of Control

We do so often choose to realize

far too late,

the consequence of our dreams

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While stroll sweet surreal in disguise

we often relate

yet fully unaware of our screams

~

Much later of course when commitment

has taken hold

we’re left to only wonder alone

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Were it simpler to define our resentment

might then getting old

be less severe without needs atone.

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The other day blocks of wood fell to earth

when some drove by

a few decidedly helped out the aged

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We are never told to act as if simple girth

become the reason why

ignorance bemoans the world’s ragged

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upon our soul as we strive to move forward

we wish for time to release attitude toward.

Confusion in Normalcy

We do seek it, in our every day,

wake up, stare into the sunlight,

recognize a world begins today

what we do forever then might

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hold a key to our solemn vow

to be true to our singular heart

without realizing we cannot allow

our lives to become torn apart.

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For I do every now and again

decide to trust my instinct

and yet every time another when,

a moment riddled and succinct

~

greets me along the avenue,

I decide to steer rather close,

I like the edge of any venue

sets my life in motion. To lose

~

everything would be to suggest

all of our efforts are pointless

yet somehow we survive lest

we be called more human less.

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I do feel exhaustion when spent

in this mechanical body I rent.

Strange Motivation

When finally we realize the word

how to suggest someone somewhere decide

what value belongs inherent absurd,

or are we all along for the same ride.

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Did we discuss just where to draw the line

instead an arduous reality might

call upon confusion that’s mine

tossed around windswept as a cloudless night.

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The wonder of human nature’s measure

when rightful aberration is implied.

such anxiety that our hearts assure

our body and soul on pendulum slide.

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While we seize the day inside earnest pride

Heartbreak is balanced, a virtual slide

When Rounding Corners

Recall the velocity of our lives

while shapes and arrows aim high,

the low horizons remain like knives

keeping us grounded without deny

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We can believe we are always free,

yet in a moment the trappings of love

ask us when we might remember we

were once listening to the cooing dove.

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Speaks loud in wild and romantic tone

yet ascertains we might always know

that goodness and kind hearts have shown

our eyes will always with suggestion glow

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We shine afar in the knowledge of time

let memory become a soft reality

howsoever worlds might measure thyme

in season meant to sweeten liberty

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We have traversed so often our world

with wonder at the beauty surround

taking steps ahead that sometimes twirled

in the sheltered twines drawn around.

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Know that in peace I reflect upon you,

given opportunity to suggest a free

notion pops me into the vacant blue

to give sweet solace in time’s decree.

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I do recall simple soft, the beauty when there,

timid lights of mystery, your mystique I swear.