Friday, May 8, 2009

MISSING I

Making love
on Sunday afternoons.

Time to stop and capture
what I've noticed.

Anticipation from the risk
of relational edges

Walks downtown
on my own schedule.

Energy for the adventure
youthfulness bygone.

The depth of the darkness
damn placid chemical balance.

Raw fire in the belly
snuffed smoldering eats the soul.

Questioned certainties
mysterious platitudes.

Friendships honed
shouldering the yoke together.

Overnight healing
the hurts of time.

The brilliance of the high
dim slide to the end.

Smoking on the deck after dark
sounds of the distant turnpike.

Intuitive responses
unhampered by education.

The Muse
guided flow from within.

Being who I was born
screwed by expectations.

Not planning for tomorrow
death a percentage of time.

Now...hell
the future is upon me.
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Night tremors of my spirit...
have found their voice!

jim
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"It is not struggle that defeats us;
it is our failure to struggle
that depletes the human spirit."
-Joan D. Chittister.