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sadness grows

Surrounds with arms
deadbolted
Covers with dust
blindfolded

Rows
And rows
And rows
Lead you to places
No one knows

Your legs
do not connect with feet
Your thoughts
cannot get you out of defeat

Give in my child
Give those last droplets
Of your residual sweet

Best victory is when
It takes the good ones
It knows

March 26, 2003

an inward getaway

We stepped to the other side of the mirror
In Japanese terrain
This expedition into our souls
Was impromptu, sincere and plain

Yet the best picture of our journey
Remains undeveloped
For it was never taken
With a camera, but framed
In a faraway subway station

Captured in cold glass
As a warm reflection
A man and a woman
Standing wise and tall
Attentive, caring and exploring
With no communication at all

It felt lonely and cold
When the mirror was crossed back
Another day in pretend world
Started its usual drainage
As daily life kept hitting
Whack, whack, whack

June 8, 2002

eye i

My beloved eye
You contain the reflection of falling leaves.

A visual symphony it is
To watch them swirl and twirl
But within your comforting mist
Things not always shine like a pearl

Sometimes there is a monochromatic gist
Adding colors induce nothing but fear
Because you realize
In the end eyes too disappear.

December 12, 2001

eyes in mirrors

My beloved eye's beloved
You are full of stardust...
Inviting,
but unreachable.

In a cycle unbreakable,
When she looks at you
she sees herself
At the mirrors
she sees you

You are a guide into her soul
This soul,
she failed to conquer
Your eyes,
she failed to anchor

Without your weight
she is a drifter
And to ease her sorrow
in this life, there is no lifter

July 14, 2002

crippling it is ...

How crippling it can be
To know what exactly to say
But not to have the words

Thoughts
drippety dripping
Creating
ripples of words ripping
the conversation away

How crippling
although not disabling
it is to talk in this language
which is not yours
but somehow belongs
to you

How amazing it is
that you become this novel person
in the listener's perception
which is not you,
yourself,
or another
Who is it that talks is a wonder

June 20, 2001, Modified July 29,2002

feelings

All sorts of chemical reactions
make my body,
mind,
and senses.

My conscious,
wants to name them all
My unconscious,
wants to rule.
And,
My self,
just wants to get lost

in an endless chaos
in which,
eternity seems tiny
and reasonings
are huge.

February 14, 2001

i = 1

I encounter myself everywhere.
When I take a walk,
I am there.
When I go to the bathroom,
I am there.

No escape
whether I'm listening to music,
reading a book,
or watching TV.

I am trapped
in the first person.

I am drowning in myself.
In my awareness of this self
so to speak.

Writing in the first person
thinking in the first person
being in the first person
Captivates my soul.

My soul wants to explore
States in all persons galore

July 6, 2001, corrections September 6, 2001