All Way

This is more a stream of conscious delving deeply into the connections and relationships between people and society.

[More poeming]


[More from A]

A person is
the other
which makes him
-or her- weak
and strong respectively
in heart-sick grief-despair
we seek company
amongst us, our wrong selves
who-too are in need of repair
alway-s trying to fix what little we understand
of what it takes to be a man
when it isn't fair to expect
"prepared listening" to bells...
-have you tried it?-

Why is it that "all" and "way"
combine for a plural
which we never can find?-(Always)
but there's something missing
an L, it's just Al and his ways
but am I b-reaking in
thinkin'
of "we"
pregress further into a circled red line
again the root of every mistake
keeping score
the horrors rattling in our mind

Outside the wells of mentality
the denial of a killing attempt
disregard of our own mortality
not questioning: "Is it suicide
If I have also died?"
offing our emotions first
The feelings I know I can't keep
high or hid
for myself or for her

Is it worse that our bodies
hunger and thirst
almost as much as our brain
inadvertently causing pain
to the hiv-e think
and aid
within
to spite the test
just another reminder for what's at store
when I love you?

And rest
That I'm scared to
ending again my revision
to my living condition
ignoring the wisdom
"from the heart"
I can't be, even though I see
as I tear
you
and
me
a part
not quite by accident or on purpose either
in the way I treat, sir.

All
Way
wondering what the hell it meant
to kiss you on the wood floor
of tango and merengue
or again at your door
falling down the autumn hill
as the leaves stir in the most beautiful thing
but...

It's still a dream
just a poem.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Wow! Love it! This is excellent use of words! Poppy xx