His Decorated Soldier

I attached pins to his words;

wore them like badges

sewn onto my breast.

Accomplishments, they were.

Skills attributed

to an adherence

of another’s will.

Another’s way of being.

A projected accolade

to which I conformed,

reflecting nothing more

than his desires;

a mirror of his intentions.

How proud I had been,

to be his decorated soldier.

My medals shining

more brightly than my heart.

The velvet lined box,

taking pride of place

above and beyond

any of my own desires,

which sat muted

in the shadows of a love

I could never make whole.

Leap of Faith

Your dreams filled my mind,

replacing logic

with a desire

to escape from the drudgery

of a dog-eared life.

Unrealistic

perhaps

in its offering.

A one-sided expectation,

to leapĀ into the arms,

of not even a promise.

Abundant willingness,

tethered to the reality of experience;

the scars of my healed past,

rightly lighting my way.

Both of us deaf,

to the pulse and beat of the other.

Judged by tone and geography

rather than the sensory magic

of meeting in the flesh.

Mislaid Days

Mislaid days

Lost in the contours of the mind

Tied into knots

Thoughts and dreams intertwined

 

Inches of print

Saying how life should look

Potential becomes limited

By this unconscious rulebook

 

Language is laden

Weighed heavily with lies

Evident choices

In a five-a-day disguise

 

Dangerous allies

In a home-grown crowd

Petulant egos

With agendas unavowed

 

Misguided living

Projects unchecked intent

Blindly following

Prevents spiritual ascent

 

Unshackle yourself

From the timelessness of time

Remove old labels

Shift from the paradigm

 

Follow your lead

Do not justify or defend

Know you are enough

Become your own best friend