Oh Mister

Mister Possibilities
You always come to
haunt me
I follow you so easily
down a rabbit hole
or two
But whatever dreams
may bring is all I see
Any inkling of feelings
hold me in your second

Oh Mister Possibilities
You are what you
seem to be
Achieve a glimmer of
hope in my own
impossibilities
What once was
could never again be
And even what once
never fruited anything
Still haunts me

Oh Mister Possibilities
you always send me
dreaming
To visit a past moment
stuck in vivid memories
But what I remember
is not at all
the reality

Because Mister Possibilities
you have only
let downs
for me
Hell, then, because of what
was said
What is daunting me is
just a mirage
gone in a second I see

Mister Possibilities
you bring me dreams
I unwillingly follow
And end up in misery
Please
Please

Mister Possibilities
Don't bring me a treat
Don't give me a scene
Just leave me be
in day's normal routine

Westward Muse

My muse, my muse, my muse has gone astray. Gone westward and gone there to stay. When looking I don't find, When speaking I don't hear, Familiar musings so I could tilt my ear. And the thickness of the days each Gone with the sun and ended incomplete. When remembering I see, When storytelling I doubt, Times of sharing tea remain, singularly. Old arts and myths can collide And find me taken back to that time: The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, Unbearable Lightness of Being, Stories of these unfold in my mind.

driving

Driving nice in silence
Jazz me up with your fast acts
Slip of the tongue
In a sneaky masquerade

Don't give my heart or heartstrings
any whipping whiplash
Don't get mixed up in the background
Listening to all backsplash

Fall Moment

My hands get needy
when my thoughts get graspy
and I ponder for a second
about a wary predicament

Funny how your biggest
adversary is always yourself
but not funnier than being
yourself and lying the thickest

My racing brainwaves go in
patterns and thoughts to circles
and I wonder negatively again
about self-pain incurred

Speaking up does just as much
as quietly revolving does
both for deflecting and
earning good and bad was

Fault

Somehow a secret I've always kept
Has always kept me safe at night
And through the busy-ness of day
Except somehow it got lost
Away it crept.

I know I loved you first.
You are everything to me instead
I feel like the heaviness of life
Let me forget so I did not remember to fight.

My fault; my fault.
My actions brought down
My own previous un-beautiful world
But now inside a new place I'm caught.

Lover of

you are a lover of words
and the music they follow
they dance in your mind
and sing to be swallowed

you are at first introduction
more passionate on the inside
but muse to me always
and sometimes too much then

Note he found

And I and thee
swallowing through
and prick the eye
hearing in, too
for a tasteful banquet
quick to quit it
with just a droplet
hand me the fit
to foster me in it

Whimsy

Sometimes the walls are shaking
Sometimes my thoughts break me
My inconsistencies trembling
Put together in agony they send thee

You are an island forever tempted
You are always conversations whispered
Childlike playing in whimsical fancy
Throwing emotions around to thwart me

Sometimes my strength it crumbles
Sometimes the right path disappears
Like magic dust blown and big dreams too
Easiness of the world completely tumbles

Carted Jem

There is no misunderstanding
Of the words that swirl around
My ears burn with remembering
And pause here with daily escaping

The paperback edition still lies
There where I see it daily so often
Waiting for me to complete the end words
Afraid the last pages might unravel

Something I would carry possibly as
E.E. C. did as the sky of the sky flows
Something so large and above words
With a simplicity completely its own

Okay to be an unknown in a full day
To have your smile in rabid thoughts
All your own sneaking a quiet gander
A gilded muse with hidden wings behind

slightly

there is a seething
in your seeing
underneath and buried deep
crawling inwards
and under my skin
bringing consumed within