Long Silence

the long silence that punctuate 

our conversations recently 

have had me hanging on a thin thread, 

swinging like a pendulum 

between taunting oblivion and eternity 

the memories of the yore 

flicker periodically at a distance 

beckoning my weak limbs to 

take one step - just one step 

a step closer to your embrace

I take hazy and unsteady steps 

swinging between wanting to you, 

and wanting to forget you 

but then I hear your voice 

and the thread snaps on the side 

that has me wanting you - 

the side that I am familiar with 

the side where silence 

reveals the deepest thoughts inside us 

and reveals our deepest secrets 

I remain hopeful that this silence 

will never lose meaning 

for I wouldn't know what to do  

Do Not Forget Yourself

as you freely roam on this earth
curving your own path in
the wilderness, 

as you stray away in search of 
a path to place the world 

tries desperately to hide 

as you search for a path 

that will lead you to your destiny 

a path to happiness 

I beg of you one thing 

do not forget about yourself 

do not forget to search for yourself 

in the blooming flowers, 

in the age-old rocks, 

in the chirping birds 

in the soft blowing breeze, 

in the erotic of embrace of the wild 

because, as we search for meaning 

in our lives, 

we forget ourselves 

and when we find meaning 

we realize too late, 

that we lost ourselves, 

rendering our lifelong wanders 

meaningless 

These Walls

I guess these walls loathe 

my lonesome laments of solitude 

I guess they are tired of dancing 

to disjointed rhythms of my heart 

I guess these walls pretend 

they are blind 

just not see my sorry self sprawled 

on the bed, ruminating days 

when lonesome moments such as these 

existed in fairytales, works fiction 

but these walls have been my unfailing 

companions 

lending a listening hear to the endless 

laments of my heart 

listening but doing nothing, 

only silently acknowledging their 

presence in my life 

Trouble With Success

there is more to success 

than what we see 

no one ever got it right 

on the first try 

even as we are awed 

by the magic of success 

we forget that there was 

a first try

and numerous failures 

along the way 

what we see is a man who 

got up every time he got knocked 

down to try once more 

the trouble with success 

is that it hides immaculately 

what goes on behind the scenes 

and that is the most important 

because there were days heroes 

felt like giving up 

there were days they had no energy 

but still got up and worked on their dreams 

success demands getting up 

even with the most justifiable excuses 

we see the finished products - 

an incredible song, poem, novel 

or work of art 

we see the complete athlete 

and never think of days he trained 

to push himself beyond the possibility of defeat 

Third Round

I have dusted my gloves 

in readiness for the third round 

I got knocked out once

but I rose each and fought again 

I'll watch myself walk 

down the familiar road 

with my heart pounding in 

similar uncanny rhythm

I'll be alone listening 

to the voices in my head 

tell me there might be something 

amiss, or something good 

I know I'll do a good job ignoring 

the negative 

I want to make amends 

although I know I am not 

supposed to 

there is nothing to prove 

except test my resolve once again  

and prepare for heartbreak 

once more 

The Weird Feeling

the stalling and morbidly weird feeling 

that often assails as if something 

great or not 

is about to happen 

and you are stuck, unsure of what to do 

as your mind races around 

a race track, doing crazy things 

except keeping still and letting you 

concentrate on important matters at hand 

The Trouble of Falling In Love

the trouble with falling in love 

is believing you'll never be hurt 

you believe the illusion that your 

love will keep them 

and when everything falls apart 

you will be an empty shell 

trying to hold yourself together