Life Is As Such

Why do we always find the things
We’ve stopped looking for long ago?

Why do we never find the things
We think that we need long ago?

Why do we find the things
We either stopped wanting
Or never knew we needed?

Life is as such
Such is as life.

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For You, Who Walked Across (Away)

You just can’t look
At a girl you’ve kissed
Straight in the eyes
Without feeling something;

Maybe we like drama so much
That we conjure things up
To feel a little more and
Love just a little more;

Maybe it’s the girl
Or maybe it’s the kiss

But likely it’s just you
Filling(feeling) your boredom.

And you are probably me.

 

Not Dreaming Anymore

Sometimes fantasy conflates
With reality
Through dreams

You have her in your arms
Then you open your eyes
And she’s gone

She was there waiting
For you to come with the car
But when you’re there she’s not anymore

When you next see her
She’s in someone else’s arms
Waiting for someone else’s car

All that’s left to twirl
Is your notion of reality
And not her tender curls

All because you are
Not dreaming anymore.

 

Thanks, Neil

I was planning to write a poem
About a dream I had last night
But then I recalled I knew
This song sung by Neil
Which perfectly encapsulates it all.

I Must Be Dreaming

All my life
I’ve been in love with you
Now you are here
I can’t believe it’s true
I must be dreaming
When you say that you’re in love with me

In my dreams
I’ve kissed your lips of wine
Now all at once
I find you’re really mine
I must be dreaming
When you say that you’re in love with me

The way that I feel
Is so heavenly
Too good to be real
When you’re next to me
I’m so afraid
That I’m fast asleep so don’t wake me up
Let me dream if I’m dreaming

Oh, my love
Each time I hold your hand
Everything is just the way I planned
I must be dreaming
When you say that you’re in love with me

I must be dreaming
When you say that you’re in love with me

Awareness of Disabilities

For those born with physical or mental disabilities, it is tough.

The child with the mental disability may never understand why other people are different from him, or why they sometimes do not include him in activities that they partake in; the child with the physical disability may never understand why he does not have what others have, or why he cannot participate in activities that others can.

The father of a son with Down Syndrome holds his son’s hand and takes him for an evening stroll; he tries to explain to his boy the importance of exercise and how much he loves him. He holds on to the boy’s hand and knows that he would swap nothing in the world for this evening stroll that they are taking together.

At night the same father lies in bed thinking that perhaps his boy may never lead a life like others around him. Smiley as the boy may be, the father wonders if it would have been better if he had never been born into this world, and he wonders too if his love would ever be enough to fill the boy’s world with happiness and comfort.

The boy continues to smile at his father during the evening stroll, and at that moment… the father bends down holding his boy and breaks down into tears.

 

An Exercise In Structural Disintegration

Such flawless skin:
Few women can inspire
The flow of my pen
In the way that you do;

I can trace out
The contours of your collarbone
As I feel my hand down your neck
Towards the side of your arm;

I am reminded of Everest:
The fairness of your skin resembles
The beauty of the snow caps
Basking in the warm radiance of the sun;

I feel a rush in me as I
Desire to reach
The peaks of excitement
With you and only you;

I feel my pen disintegrating
My stanzas not making sense
As my heart pounds harder and harder
Just looking at you
Sitting there alone touching
The back of your hair

And at the moment
Oh I wish that hand touching you
Was me!
Oh thy glorious skin!

As I struggle to catch my breath

In you: my universe is found.