The shards of truth
shine light,
illuminating the fable,
embellished by time.
Multiple tales
of a self-created fiction,
that forces itself
on the facts, that the
conscious mind
seeks to hide from itself.
A hall of mirrors, protects
the heart’s dishonesty.
The irony of the projection
destroying self-worth,
as the layers grow deeper,
reflected only, by the
white purity of the lie.
Loneliness
What do you want from me?
What is required of me
To bid you farewell?
I try to greet you
Embrace you
As I would a friend
Yet you turn your back
Uncomfortable in my presence
Why do you not face me?
Let me reassure you
That I wish you no harm
Only to release you
From your dark abode
To set you free
To wander content
In new surroundings
For you to see
We have no need of each other
Routes are unmapped
And the journey is long
But you’ll know where you’re going
And the places you belong
There’ll be choices you’ve made
That you wish to forget
And there’ll be others you retell
Just as oft as you’re let
Experiences will shape you
With their pattern and design
And when you join up the dots
You can rejoice and not whine
Long days can be followed
By nights spent awake
As you accept your own truth
And you stop being fake
There’s no curtain call here
In this show we call life
Stepping out of your way
Is how to live without strife
It’s for real, no rehearsals
It won’t always make sense
In a world full of players
Packed crowded and dense
But there’s this that I know
That I’ve seen on the faces
Of the people looking busy
As they rush to their places
There’s no fixed destination
I repeat, as it’s true
As your meaning in life
Is defined just by you
Words fall to earth,
Weighted by the gravity
Of their intent
Ricocheting off the opinions
Of the observer,
The unevolved individual
Who deems himself worthy
Of adding his own content
Moulding the message
To serve his own meaning,
Creating a new translation,
Now just an echo
Of the truth
His heart screaming
At his spirit to stop
Muting its purpose,
Of ignoring
The lessons
Being taught
He looked up as she walked
Across the wet grass
Acknowledging her presence
With a loyal gravitas
Gently nuzzling her pockets
As she haltered his head
Excitedly, anticipating
The food he’d be fed
Playfully throwing his head
Trotting next to her heel
Their pure, honest bond
The equine reveal
Without touch, with intent
They whisper their thoughts
A submissive interaction
That releases and supports
Moving together as one
They dance with the rope
Unconsciously connecting
They spiritually elope
Is a well meaning gesture
A smile etched across lips?
Totally surrounded, yet separate
Standing hands upon hips
Neither broken, nor whole
As I wander unseen
Without thought, without direction
A confined quarantine
Day to day living
Weightless in its appeal
Not a slight indentation
Nothing left to reveal
Dreams far more engaging
Show futility in routine
Such meaningless chitchat
Forges a reality unseen
The depth that I seek
Once expectation is removed
Reveals the script of my life
Nothing needs to be improved
So I turn and look back
And take ownership of me
Releasing all that’s not mine
I become who I should be
shiny pebbles 