Paths

my sun collapsed, my black hole , suffer me. i prayed for an exit, i cried to all gods, all men and women,

a cut wire, a long range missile that takes a while to arrive - splash, gulps a goldfish taking in air unsuitable. stutters, cheeks swollen, swims away to tell of foreign land

believe your story, the facts, the curves only in one direction. because you said it, it must be so, then later on i grew up, realizing facts can be interpreted in outcomes that vary like stars

masquerades, parades in glitter throws a lavish party - and the freeloaders only duty is praise, cheer to the dance, tap dancing, do not mock or scoff the chambermaids made it clear

was the last thing on my mind, it felt like it should have been fired up! you know: the works all done by everyone else, $20 to set up a website, $50 for an editor, $25 for ideas, $5 for the cheer squad, $12 for the ice maidens to remind that the world can still be cold.

seek and you will be find, knock and the door will be opened. then i suppose there will be no disheartened souls wandering about, surely they must have sought and knocked! or not.

ascend, uplift, reward center in the brain sizzling like fried eggs. should expect, belief hardens then the unexpected breaks the illusion of a spell cast by time. patterns emerge, fine lines invisible appear

miss the ball, miss the trip, miss the possible better life, miss a large cancer growth staring you right to the face. miss memories hazy, miss the future not quite there, miss the almost lotto ticket, miss the stranger who might have been a kindred. not missing the accident, the possible not better life when the missing words are finally spelt out on an empty canvas,

seed planted, thoughts become bricks and walls. unobserved, non porous, unfiltered sake sinks to the bottom, spirited men sweat it out in sauna

abundance or a quiet decay masked by beauty? and the hands of acceptance, turns into a sleight of hand. got ya? not, said the priest nodding to the wise man who carried on walking