8.27.2008

that i ever happened


feels like it should rain
inside this room;
soaking me
in nothing
that can be preserved.

this pool
where you used to be
spilling down hill
in a stream
of conscience
that left me
at its threshold

you'll find me,
molecules frozen,
in this storm -
waiting
cold and patient.
afraid of confrontation;
emotional laryngitis
warm in my flaws

i would tell you,
if the thunder behind your eyes
would quiet,
that your not to blame
for this night;
this insistent rain.
but i need someone to claim
this water on my skin.




8.13.2008

a trace of what the air was filled with

brave enough
to offer this
distance.
this space 
between real 
and
our dreaming.
acting -
on impulse. 

the moment,
feel one 
descending    up(on)
fractions of time; fidelity.

of you plus me 
equals actuality. 

the divinity of wanting - 
close your eyes, 
breath, 
with me.
feel together
rise and fall, 
back down and release.

we are nature, instinct 
symmetry embellished 
by 
desire, 
entrapment 
evolving within single strokes 
of air
in and out,
form connection.

connecting.
caring nothing but for each exhale.

beneath this 
time is moving,
freezing,
expanding.

relentless is reality -
our grip within reason,
drowning in possession,
presiding in silence

after the fact. 

perpetually human


can we experience the same situations over and over? or do we experience so many similar experiences that we lose the ability to tell the difference? maybe we learn to associate certain emotions with certain out comes - as a preservation technique.

how do we undo this? get past it?
does it take someone changing the outcome of an event we feel is repetitive? why should it take someone else to change this?

do we get so bogged down within ourselves that we fail to dictate our own responses? do we rely on destructive repetition because we know nothing else? 

and how is that dissimilar events begin to blur together? bound by similar emotions, sounds, sensations. . 

how do we overcome this constant fear? this self fulfilling prophecy? 
is it possible that despite ourselves we act in ways we know are destructive because predictability makes us less vulnerable? 

 we learn from the ways we did not act previously, and from ways we did.
so to change what we see as identical we must push past the fear of a different out come? or push past the fear of the same? 

what if situations are not the same at all but because we see them as such we ruin potential? are we so jaded that it is impossible to asses people and places in and of themselves. an individual- without tainted perception? 

maybe it is the fear of being naive, of being wrong. maybe it is the fear of not having a safety net. because what is predictability if not a safety net? 

how do i become a more confrontational person without knowing the questions to ask? how do i know what answers makes this different from before? how do i know these answers when i never asked the questions initially? will it make a difference? 

can you push too hard? against yourself? someone else? want? illusion? 

if i cannot see this without the shadow of mistakes it will never be strong alone. 
but can it be strong without hindsight?

catch 22. 
what makes us strong within a relationship? 
what makes us strong out of ourselves?