MY SWAN SONG

What do swans see
that has escaped me
times three?

For life they do mate.
never their partners to hate.
Toward love they sail straight.

Chances they do not take,
their love they do not fake.
Mistakes the do not make.

Hopefully now is my turn,
true love to discern,
lessons I have to learn.

TAINTED REALITIES

Lies become temporary truths
constructing the present's
perception, providing shelter
from actual realities.

Ignorance fosters deception
while maintaining illusions,
apparitions of protection
and sustaining deception.

Enlightenment by maturation
will yield a revelation
of perpetual exoneration.

PRESENT POSTSCRIPTS

I saw my future
in the past
an it is here
in the present

A long running
suicide survived
through tortured
agony.

Death is living
a life without control,
buffeted by winds
beyond your reach.

HEALING TIMES

Could it be the crunching
of my neck or
the breaking of my heart?

There is no rehabilitation
from physical deterioration.
Time may heal emotional

wounds but scars remain
below the surface.Appearances
don't always reflect recovery.

WANTED WRITER

I am a social cowboy
riding society's range.
A pen in my holster,
protecting me from

unseen villains trying
to shoot us down.
Protecting my posse
from the shots taken

around the campfire
of the average. My ink
flows to prevent the
spillage of  ignorant blood.

LIVING CHOREOGRAPHY

Two wrongs never
make a right because
like in a magnet
repulsion is a product

of similarities. Destiny
is predictable despite
all efforts to alter
its formulations.

SAFE PASSAGE

Memories tender yet strong
warm the cold heart, frozen
by the present frigidity
spark the flames of

forgotten passions. The
ignition transforms hidden
revelations into transcendent
emotions relegated to

the sideline's of the
present reality. What never
was might have been,
only in a form not recognizable.