#unless it's not...

* simple, beauteous: lily in the field

or only in my mind upon recall & recording.

gentle wave, this feeling, warm & tender in the telling

You won’t regret it they said

They 

Fricking 

L I E D

* once we... once I, once you

once it was... once in a, once - & we, then we...

once i wished... i thought, once you said: once

you & i, we were - then it was...

* you find yourself yearning

wishing far-off lands craved your presence as much as you appear to want to know that the era suits your every pore

that your skin shall sigh a relieved sigh

in a sussurant yes to yourself

signifying your pleasure, private joy

blessed to venture through & allow the vista

to cradle, caress until a part of you is left behind

* you can't hear a picture, you can't see a song

can't howl in the twilight  expect non-wolves to howl along

fabled Tokyo's no stricture where you'd love to live among

they find you, won't interdict ya there, ex-pat's do no wrong

made a birdbath from the fountain marked the pavement as your bed

a park bench as your mattress, mountains/molehills in your head

for you who scans the night sky & you who films the scenes

don't cast yourself the bad guy you're pulling all the strings

you'll make this cinematic your melody we’ll sing along

* delining a fine fury hovering above the page in susurrant scrolls, simmering beneath the surface rage

of a skin-wrapped scoundrel in sound scripts of rhyme

molten emotions, meandering mountains,  lapping ocean shores of time;

with each tide - feel, as i spill it.

more aptly, at play  right here & now in our dailyies...

food, shelter, health, liberty perch our clavicles with every step

whispering over the screaming schlep of - gotta say it - demonic distractions

saying: keep the pace - here, there's no place & in there, your heartspace, dear -

listen, but give no creedence to all you hear in thoroughfare waves, instead crave a peace, a presence that saves us all,  resolute in the truth of a protocol

that perseveres to teach, create,  justly trust in the results of reach backs,

...in green things over greenbacks, tho’ appearing as mere theories that lack traction 

versus the fomentations of that alt-not-quite-right faction.

be not weary in well-doing & being, believing in as well as seeing

a way up & out from ennui, self-doubt  - breathe, then cull up some self-clout;

* ofttimes are moments

when a memory flash crosses my being/brain threshold

& a corresponding wave of emotion washes over me akin to anticipation, optimism... & attendant physical effects are felt all about my head, upper torso:

as a slight flush, increase in heart rate, deeper breathing, a heightened sense of skin sensation, perhaps perspiration...

& then, like that - it's gone.

afterward, i’m left to ponder just how potent that prompt was, that...that...

flavor of hope.

then, lamenting its all too sudden fade & the return to a staid, static slate -