ONE DAY, PERHAPS ON A MONDAY

One day, perhaps on a Monday, afternoon,

You’ll realize you belong to a silent world.

Where silence lends an ominous embrace

A world where there’ll be nothing to face

And you’ve heard everything to be told

And all about you, hazy shadows of the moon

One day you’ll know silence belonged to you

And you belonged to silence; your worth

Measured by long moments of solitude

Like specimen on the table, a sour mood

And you’ll spell all that you are not

And you’ll be glad perchance, you were true

One day, on a Monday, perhaps in the afternoon

You’ll reckon the futility of speaking your mind

And the vanity of aiming way too high

Among human mongrels out to lie

Among humans who to your flaws find

Something to talk about, hoping not for change soon

The Struggle

Life holds nothing beyond the longing                                                                                                                                         

To be such an insatiable desire to another                                                                                                                         

Feeling your heart beat to their pleasure                                                                                                                                                           

And their struggle to bear a second away from you

Seconds pile into a hurdle to jump over                                                                                                                                                        

Faces lit by the thought of their smiles                                                                                                                                                     

Life changing, life giving, life enhancing                                                                                                                                                               

All rolling into a struggle to cope their absence

Save for words that save the day                                                                                                                                                         

Though in its insufficiency alleviate                                                                                                                                                               

A hearts sacred longing                                                                                                                                                                                 

It’s always a struggle to explain a longing

This Word

Fast running way

This word I want to say

Strolling away, increasing its speed

This word, so callous when am in need

One minute you are here

Next you are leaping away like a deer

This word I want to grasp now

Need I bow?

This word help express this thought

She deserves all I got

I mean my love−the whole of it

You word, help achieve that feat