Saturday, June 6, 2009


Once more faced
With the winding in the tracks
The familiar facial tic erupts
Sending spasmodic waves
To my inner senses
There it is housed
In gravure like synthesis
Emotions abruptly appear
Causing a delving into their abode
Like the opening of a mausoleum
Dust filled and forgotten
Newly dug graves only remembered
Until the generation passes
Plucked flowers are meaningless
They are better left to grow
Passing on to others to maintain
The purpose of why all things exist
All efforts lead back to incongruity
At the end of the journey
Realization finally becomes all encompassing
Variance against the origins of creation is inevitable
It follows me down the winding tracks

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"Glass Cage"

He waits for me at the end of the hall
Each day we meet on my way to work
Past the hall where he hangs from his limb
I don't mean to stare or lurk
Down in the basement immersed in clay tablets
Translating ancient cuneiform
Although Akkadians are my main focus
Thoughts are far from the norm
Wandering off at times to my friend
Encased in his cage of glass
Wondering what his life was like
Until I reach an impasse
Imagination persists through the day
My thoughts go home with me at night
His life must have been a lonely one
With nobody to acknowledge his plight
How he must have longed for the place
In the far off jungle land
Free to roam the trees
To see the open skies
Beyond all he could understand
Perhaps he found peace in knowing
One day he would finally be free
In a place where nothing could prevent him
From sitting aloft his own tree

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