Who? What? When?
A tight con-fusion of
stardust and moonbeams; joined by spit, love and glory;
I sit half way through
tomorrow; heart whole, but soul slashed and gory.
Through my tormented
lifestyle, I'm high on the 'go' juice, just starting the
and closer than midway to
sorrow without whom I called mi amore.
I dangled my love at the end
of my hand and offered it all, like a note, promissory.
But can't see the end of my
world in the mirror, just flurries of short allegory.
I'm really much more than the
sum of my parts I've been told. I'm trying to hold
all the pieces together,
while they all insist that they're ready to pack up and
I'm a little, black, shiny,
ball of antimatter, suspended in the magnetism of your
Looking out for a means of
communicating, though fearful of your understanding lance.
I'm antimatter, and dare not
caress a hand or an arm of any of those that matter.
For if I did the result of
such a touch would cause one huge, madhatter splatter.
Why cut me to pieces with
your indifference when I offer everything I shall ever be?
Why tear a strip off each
time I open my heart? I found myself crimson with gore,
Each time I proffered my
pittance for your perusal. You ever wanted more from me.
In ways you never told. You
dared not, ever, let me know the knowledge that you bore.
Times past were ecstasy.
Filled with fulfilling each others wish. Always, there was
With a touch, glance,
lightness of step, smile of contentment. Slept like two
Steeped in the knowing of
each others needs and feeling my heartsmile unfurl.
Working towards a common
goal, I thought that's what we wanted but you had another.
Then all changed when you
unfurled the true you. Confusion contorted my thoughts.
My 'head' was gone and I
never knew where hence it went or why, only the 'who'.
Confucius says. By keeping an
enemy unbalanced you give balance to your troops.
Since when was I an enemy? To
be beguiled by the twisted logic of your thoughts?
It's all so confusing, this
waiting and hoping, whilst helping my life to unfold
And I'm blessed if I know why
my heart is so rushing and pushing me on to be bold.
For it's all of a madness,
this heaving and shoving, to find out we're all of us
that the sum of our future is
always and ever, foretold.