Folie A Deux

A madness
Shared by two
A mutual distortion
Of hard reality
Shared to a tee

Perceptions
Under lock and key
Convinced impenetrably
All for one and
One for all
Both will take the fall

Isn’t it quite perplexing
Somewhat arresting
That what is considered
Mental illness, (per the diagnostic manual)
Reflects the conditions necessary
For a harmonic marriage

To Be Of Service

Thinking of what you can do
For another: person or cause
Making their passion yours
Rather than conditioning the outcome

To Be Of Service
Is feeling the anguish, the torment
The frustration, the helplessness
Of the “other” person or cause
Not killing yourself with guilt
But allowing and being with the feelings

To Be Of Service
Finding what you think you might
Be good at
Developing those skills
And utilizing them
For the greater good

To Be Of Service
The understanding of the “oneness”
This interconnected universe
Is designed to recognize
Through Sacred Geometry
Of how all our fractals
Fit together, each miniscule of us
effecting and touching all.

New Scenery

Free up your finger
And take a ride
On the single’s express
All aboard
Whether you are
Completely Packed or not
There is no time like the present
To move on
Down the road
Backpack of memories
Fond and painful
Need to get used to
Your present day company
Making your choices
Living peacefully with yourself
Looking for adventure
Nothing unreasonable
Toss away the fears
Take the passport to new horizons
You are on the next step of the journey
No judgments, no conclusions
Not really a tourist
Just traveling

Rain Paris Reign

Living in the fantasy
Of more glamorous times
Smokey, rum scented fumes
When across the room
Eyes meet in romantic gaze
What has been awaited
All these days
Between musical notes
And human chatter
They muse
Somewhere in the middle
Across the dark, wood planked floor
To solve the riddle
Behind mime and reason
Whisking away
In spun cotton and linen
To see Paris at midnight
Under the purple, misty sky
Where anyone would sigh
To behold the moment
In the outdoor café
Sprinkled with ex-patriots
Hemingway, Fitzgerald and Gloria Stein
Picasso entrances
Between lovers repose
The greatness of the creative moment
Over coffee and memories
Independence Day streamers
From the right frontal lobe
And primitive amygdale jungles
Birthing ideas of the moment
That stand the test of time.

We Are Not All

We are not
All created equal
In features or qualities
Talents or limitations
Vulnerabilities nor strengths
Visions or actions
Decisions or judgments
Acceptance or rage

But yet…
We so often believe
Others should know
What we are thinking
What we might need
How their comments or actions
Effect us
And trivialize our lives
When we expect
Others to think like us

What we value
May be of different values
Culturally,
Emotionally,
Intellectually,
Physically,
Spiritually
Playfully
And yet we hold a mirror
To others
Reflecting what we would do

How do we know
What others really know
How they understand the world
Where they see themselves
How they view us
What they feel is nurturing
Or kindness or
Even boundaries
Or enabling

When we are gracious
To give it our best
Only to receive
Indifference
Or defense
Or judgment
Maybe we are simply being
Grandiose
In assuming
Receipt in full
Of masterful reciprocation

Where will we go
If we hold all others
To the same light
Thinking in unanimous fractions
Of drone soldiers
Carbon copied replicas
Of the narcissistic brightness
Of ourselves
Eternally streaming
With tears of unending disappointment
Aghast with how the universe
Is not a tight fitting puzzle.

Just Around the Corner

Many have seen the darkest days
That don’t seem to shed light
Getting through it
Such a fight
When all seems wrong
It is hard to find what’s right

When thoughts ferment
And deteriorate
Looking at the world
With hate
Feeling life is not fair
Sarcastically sealing fate

Mistakes and blame
That can’t be changed
Wishing and hoping
Can’t rearrange
Not even a glimmer
Beyond the strange

Sleep on it deeply
Giving in to resign
By trusting
The design
That shortly thereof
All will be fine

Can’t fight the tiger
But soon he will rest
Restore the blood life
With eager and zest
The light returns us
To who we are best

Patience is the angel
Resistance is the sword
Forgiveness
Is the word
Restoring the energy
To face life as a Reward.

I Once

I Once met a lover
Who was mysterious and deep
Brought me back through time
A different life time
Some of it was a blur
But the deep pull
Of longing for that memory
Of powerful connection
An undeniable lightening bolt
Drawing the compulsion
For anything else
To fade

As if the dream were continued
To modern times
Once again
Feeling the aching love
Of an incomplete destiny
To dalliances of epic proportions
Daydreaming free moments
Into the dazzling perceptions
Of a remarkable passion
That could outlive a life time

Once again
Another look
To bring all the senses alive
And the prospect of Heaven
to earth
with the slightest of touches
stirring Nirvana
unleashing the prohibitions
of the human form
conspiring spirits
gliding across the sky

Waiting

A life time
For the right moment
To illuminate
The life given
From the darkness
And deep shadows
That have cast doubt
Upon the true nature of the sun
The shiny smiles of youth
The sorrowful slumped shoulders
Of resignation
The arrogant tap shoe walk
Of the slick tricksters of financial clout
The tight expressions of those
That willingly went under the knife
The forlorned tatter
Of the poverty of the misfit
Waiting for the world to change
And all to be loved and accepted
As human beings
Beyond their religious affiliations
Beyond their sexual orientation
Beyond their educational or financial status
Beyond their social or emotional limitations
Beyond their cultural identities or other
Unpardonable transgressions
Waiting…

In The Ballroom of Mood Swings

Mood swings
Are hard to follow
Amongst partners
Hard to swallow
There is barely time
To wallow
In moments confusing
And hollow.

All is fun
Pretty divine
Than without forewarning
It all unwinds
It makes it hard to remember
When this person is kind
So tormenting
To the body, soul and mind.

On top of the world
With love and merriment
Only to quickly
Take a rapid descent
Hard not to personalize
Madness or discontent
not really prepared to open up
To others and vent.

It is hardest on the kids
This is all they have known
Never quite feeling safe
In their home
Aching for their childhood ambitions
For life to have a pleasant tone
Of nurturing calm
Not feeling alone
In the chaos
Of the unknown.

FRIENDS

Familiar
Reminiscent
Intimate
Engaged
Nurturing
Devoted
Supports.
No matter the distance
Near or far
Whatever the
Meeting place
Or reason
Pick right back up
Where you last left off
Safe to be you
Limitations and strengths
Both understood
Accepted
And celebrated
Shared experiences of the past
Enhancing the present
There to shine light
On the entanglements and woes
With laughter and joy
Always abundant
In the connection
That endures
the lifetime.

Grandbabies

Grandbabies
Are like flowers
Suddenly blooming
When the garden was looking dusty
They breathe a new light
On the perspective of living
Bursting with energy and awe
Making the simple divine

Grandbabies
Are the legacy
Of the compilation
Of one’s true life
Presented anew
From the meager DNA
Entrails of what had never been completed
Now so clear
In the shiny faces
Adoringly looking at you
As they so lithely jump
On the trampoline in the blue sky and radiant sunlight