What To Do

Pray rest for the restless
Say not what foundation stones to lay
Except that they lay them down themselves

Stay with the expression of good health
There in mind and body and soul
Be not afraid in dark times of stealth
For only without goodness shall we fall

Pray rest for the restless
Say softly “let them have their day”
Except to take responsibility, in their own way

Stay with the hope of new found wealth
There in thoughts and dreams and role
Let them hold the cards they’re dealt
For only with chance might they stand tall

Pray peace for the peaceful
One day peacefulness may return to stay
Except knowing together we will share the way

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Teller

To self deny
As in to self deceive
To hear the cry
Yet still to thieve

To balance all
As to balance naught
For proof to call
Should time be caught

To escape again
As in to escape right now
That elusive stain
Eludes daylight somehow

To self acclaim
As in love self promotes
Let time regain
Repeal forgotten anecdotes

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Move Meant

Halfway remnants
Towards lost conversation
As if the penance
Saves me from the station
With the derailed trains
And the boats about to set sail

Half day quiet
Too early to pray
As if the deliberation
Staves off the delay
Ghosts move; loose, frail
Hopeless as the empty pail

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Stifled

Involuntarily out of action
Unable to remember
How to get out of the bath
Unable to work out
How to get up off the floor
Unable to determine
How to take the first steps
Down the staircase

A need for further analysis
Of this temporary, yet
Significant paralysis:
Fear of pain blocks action
That would cause pain
A link in the chain
That halts all domains

Voluntarily I seek to dispute:
Able to maneouvre
And rise from the water
Able to turn over
And push up from the floor
Able to find support
And tread ever so lightly

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Outliers

You wouldn’t know anymore
I hardly know myself
Hanging there
In the smoke-stream
Of the discotheque
Almost weightless, yet heavy
With memories and scents
Deities of the youthful life

There is movement, I recall
At least I remember
The lithesome gyrating bodies
In the half-light and sparkles
Of the warm pulsating dance floor
Your presence; immense yet distant
Beyond the first continuum
Deity of the useful life

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