COPING
Where is my world? The one with two feet.
Achievement of what?
An unlikely defeat,
The one that speaks of my achievements in suffering,
Uniquely poised with my hands clasped together.
You’d expect I’d have to shake to feel better.
Nothing is wrong
I’m feeling better
Safety’s in my soul and so is my brother.
With you as my friend, I can hope,
Because we see each other.
My world was once a someday.
Something’s coming from the coping
I have spent more than one day inside
On my two feet in a world of music, laughter, joking
It would suit me fine, if
In a wordless clasp, your hand was
Gripped nice and tight with mine.
Where is my world?
I do not remember for I got stuck at home
Alone, alone.
I do not forget it, so I can see.
YEARNING
Something afraid of dying
Dying to live, to be born
With the hourglass bent on my life
I die a little more.
Beyond speech, no speaking
Between convincing and beseeching
Your gut tied in the knot of yes or no
Having no one is the fear that lets
The fire take over and lets you go.
I never know if it is pleasure or pain
That helps with my excess
Whether my life lead a straight course
Or something sweeter comes
This torment has no stress
And this burning will not rest.
This torment has no stress
And this burning will not rest
Abandon isn’t peril.
I understood what you did.
Obsession is not hard.
It’s just a hot bridge.
Love be not guilty.
Well, maybe a little bit.
Fulfillment is not dreams,
If fantasy is born of it.
Anger is desire thwarted
From the goal to conquer it.
Empathy is Poetry 