Mostly Poetry

Last time I checked,
Love doesn’t strangle,
It doesn’t squeeze so tight,
That it cuts off the breath.
Sometimes a little freedom,
Will more fully captivate,
Than a psychological prison,
Of romantic unrest.

One can squeeze so tight,
That love and life leave,
Through grasping and clinging,
Dies the object of lust.
The hand wants to hold on,
The heart wants to hide,
The soul fails to keep,
As the dream turns to dust.

Like a vanishing mirage,
What we want becomes nothing,
What we hold turns to mist,
And settles to the ground.
What we can’t let go of,
We have greater chance of losing,
But what we don’t hold to death,
Might just stick around.

In spite of all this,
We cling and we hold,
To avoid “letting go”,
And the associated pain…
While what we gain through release,
May be far more valuable,
Than what we hope to save,
By grasping in vain.

~wbv

Ouch
I’m tired
My anxious heart
Quiet drives me crazy
Noise does too
It’s uncomfortable
Difficult

Uneasy
Thinking about…
That last moment
Where discomfort was hiding
Then I realize
Maybe too
You

Them
More like
All of us
Have felt this discomfort
And hate it
Loath it
Bother

Suddenly
I see
The truth about
This hated (needed) companion
Pain, anxiety, discomfort
A purpose
Definitely

Human
Human condition
A chronic condition
Pain, suffering, anguish, discomfort
All things that
Reflect life
Inside

Comfort
At rest
Reminded by discomfort
The security of humanity
That in this
Moment hides
Peace

~wbv

I once met a nolight
Who coincidently had nolife
A curious little creature
Still huge in my eyes

Laughing at me
Overhead a dark nolife
Silly and strange as a
Todeath in a nonlife

While this nolife nolight stood
Above little bigme
Said I of dead nolight, oh when will
It leave me?

Strange as it seems
The nolight couldn’t leave
Having never been “here”
Ever there, being he

Krazy dark nolife
Ever huge in my brain
Your lightless nonessence
Will make me insane, as

Only little bigme can off this
Rude nolight who
Drains every somelight from littlebigs like bigme
Wandering no more I see clearly with somelight
And somelight has hidden dead nolight from me
See?

~wbv

City of dreams
And memories ending
Tired sensations
Held low to the ground

Yearnings are fading
On hopes being dashed
Underneath it all
Secrets held, not a sound

The colors are losing
Their colors to darkness
The lights, once bright,
Grow dim

Reduction is
The only thing increasing
The water is thirsty
Satisfaction is sin

Apathy
Withheld
Darkened
Dead end

~wbv

Lowered eyes capture
This dull gray surface
Silent steps, quiet breeze
And the occasional horn

Step after step
The moment carries me
To far off places
Of yesterday’s walkways

Sand and beaches
Wind and rain
Rocks and gunshots
The heartache of loneliness

Step after step
This flat hard surface
Runs beneath my tired feet
To the tune of the person sleeping on it

Step after step
Focused and silent
I see nothing but light
And suddenly, it hits me…

~wbv

Touching softly
Every inch
Fingers dragging
Careful, focused
As high and as low
Covering it all
And suddenly…

A corner
Where this wall meets
Its companion
Stretched out
Repeating
Every previous step
On this new plane
And repeatedly

Twice more
Soon to find
That every inch
Is like every other inch
And each flat surface
Like the one that preceded it

Nothing else
Not a sign of light
No cracks
No windows
No doors
No way out
Of the room

~wbv