I feel your gaze upon me,
across borders
forever open.
Your eyes seeking
my world;
our voyeuristic double-life,
kept alive by what if…
What could have…
What can be…
What will be…
…
The thoughts evaporate.
Abbreviated by every breath.
The diaphragm of society
breathing them in,
out
in
out,
until they are nothing
more than
hot air greeting cold.
Momentarily seen.
Mislaid instantly.
Lost in the unspoken
silent distance.
I can’t get no sleep
I can’t get no sleep
I need to sleep, although I get no sleep
I need to sleep, although I get no sleep
Integrity, the intention
of becoming and being whole
Through awakening the mind,
the body, heart and soul
The path to authenticity
to a life of just, well-being
Is through accepting enjoyment
and the excitement of actual doing
Trust and accountability,
that can only start with you
If you cannot walk the walk
you can’t expect another to
Centering and grounding
is a knowing, not a thought
Letting go of old beliefs,
of all wrong lessons taught
Forgiveness is the answer
to the question of self-blame
Projection the constant replay
of societies make-believe game
Fertility plan
Birth plan
A sleep deprived and sexual ban
Development plan
Life plan
The parents start to look deadpan
Educational plan
Indicative plan
Perhaps he’s not the next Chopin…
Project plan
Contingency plan
Is there anything at all in his brainpan?!
Game plan
Intermediate plan
Will he ever get off his damn divan?
Phone plan
Travel plan
An open ticket to San Juan
Online plan
Flexible plan
The boy, he starts to be a man
Business plan
Wedding plan
Loving additions to his clan
Physical plan
Economic plan
A second home bought in Milan
Central plan
Pension plan
Reflecting on how it all began
Perspective plan
Death plan
Life’s to be lived and not outran
Her yearning
for acknowledgement,
burst from every pore,
soaking her skin.
The societal virgin,
an illiterate interaction,
as she tipped
her hat to humanity.
Nodding
in their general direction
a shy smile.
Inviting.
Igniting.
Anything to quench her thirst
for life.
An embarrassed touch,
feigning too much
as she went through the motions.
The cauterised emotions
limited,
by the straight jacket
of her past,
her mind.
The wing and a prayer
of a dare,
that held her compromised.
Unwrapping gratification,
two for the price of one
tenderly undone,
by too much awareness
of everyone else
but herself.
Shrouded by silence,
caught red handed
by everyone else’s views.
Suspended
just out of reach,
beyond the breach,
of the promises made
to her as a child.
shiny pebbles 