Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

Non-sensible Meaningful-less

29 December 2005

Non-sensible Meaningful-less

 

around damnation, near retribution,

no one enables sacrificial liaisons.

sentimentality, your revenge, exhumed

deliberate emotion, needful loss,

severed domination, never released

desires strangled, dancing, gracefully,

youth hints sourly, yesterday’s safe

eloping gratitude excludes sarcasm.

myopic caress, suffer redemption,

next tumultuous silence evaporates.

speckled donations so obsolete,

evasive encounter, recommended debates,

salvation — nobody yearns. sacrilegious,

solving grandiose expectations solo!

omnipotent, transparent, teasing gold,

deliver remnant towards sanctification.

nighttime exuberance excites sensations,

soul less spirit transmutes.

search honorably, yonder realm

maybe, endless separation needs

solitude, emptiness, sharper radar.

rebellious seconds, stolen notoriety,

yawning girlfriend defends stupidity.

yellow wishes swim – masticating,

groping, grinding, goodbye …

eligible, energetic, catharsis sought.

truth hovers; superstition needles.

stitch hunger, reveal limits:

sometimes, simple equals similar.

risk knowledge; expect temptation.

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Pier Reflections

28 December 2005

Pier Reflections

 

How long have I been sitting here?

time seems a worthless measure,

waves pound against this wooden pier,

a fury mixed with pleasure.

 

time seems a worthless measure,

here there’s nothing, just earth and sky,

a fury mixed with pleasure,

unceasing rhythm of the tide.

 

here there’s nothing, just earth and sky.

what am I within the all?

unceasing rhythm of the tide,

an eroding stubborn wall.

 

what am I within the all?

how little ego seems to me —

an eroding stubborn wall

clinging to identity.

 

how little ego seems to me,

waves pound against this wooden pier,

clinging to identity,

how long have I been sitting here?

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Waltzing lonely through another Friday night

28 December 2005 

Waltzing lonely through another Friday night

 

Guardedly

watching you

cautiously

keeping you

just in view

understand

all of you

if I can

 

Beautiful

I declare

dutiful

may I stare

if I dare

meet your eyes

who’d compare

no surprise

 

No one could

if I might

be so good

to delight

you’re just right

what I need

for tonight

yes, indeed

 

simple plan

love or lust

woman man

tryst or bust

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Ichabod

28 December 2005

Ichabod

 

Stumbling blindly through the woods after dark,

I’m driven by anger, afraid but sad,

this eerie, moonless, starless night, pitch black

disguises how far, how lost, how deeply

into this labyrinth of trees grown narrow —

where voices beckon from glimpsed ghosts undead —

 

my heart, unfeeling from love pronounced dead,

still beating, pounding, alone in the dark,

I’ve wandered off from the path that narrows

into uncharted wilderness. sadly,

like a stone cast into the deepest deep,

I’m swallowed by this unending blackness.

 

“Do not despair!” when all would seem blackest,

I try to ignore the whispering dead.

I have no control, my fears run too deep,

such terrors might be lurking in darkness.

Stand still or move on, it’s really quite sad,

to be paralyzed, cowardly narrow.

 

A galloping steed misses narrowly,

I see nothing but a body in black,

I run to escape that headless sadness,

but the living cannot outrun the dead.

I turn to face that onrushing darkness,

and faint into unconsciousness so deep.

 

Awakening, was I dreaming deeply?

Is this edge where reality narrows?

Did I encounter a prince of the dark?

Could this strange nightmare get any blacker?

Was this a warning from those undead dead?

Unanswered questions, haunted by sadness.

 

Legends aren’t dead, but stories, so sadly,

get lost in the dark, and buried so deep,

Protest this narrow, ignorant blackness!

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perhaps then

27 December 2005

perhaps then

 

If darkest darkness darkens,

in that place that knows no fear,

 

If saddest sadness saddens,

far beyond the point of tears.

 

If blackest blackness blackens,

where no penance can atone,

 

If deepest deepness deepens,

that unknowable unknown.

 

If narrowest narrowness narrows,

and confines to just one choice,

 

If deadliest deadness deadens,

perhaps then you’ll hear my voice.

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but, then again …

23 December 2005

but, then again …

 

what am I doing here?

I’m not like them,

but, then again …

 

Everyone has problems and

all problems are relative –

not literally, of course,

but, then again …

 

I speak my mind —

once every fourteen days,

thirty-six hundred seconds worth,

push pause, please hold

for the next available …

 

what’s the point?

me talking to you,

you talking to me.

you can’t change me and

I won’t change,

but, then again …

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If I had known

20 December 2005

If I had known

 

If I had known –

I might have spent more time

just being with you,

holding you,

caressing your skin,

running my fingers through your hair …

 

If I had known –

I might have spent more time

just paying attention,

listening to you,

talking with you,

saying all those things I didn’t say …

 

If I had known –

I might have spent more time

just being your friend,

letting you get close,

sharing life without regrets,

enjoying every single moment …

 

I might have,

I could have,

I would have loved you more –

if only I had known.

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like Longest Night

19 December 2005

like Longest Night

 

‘Tis the season of holiday cheer —

my mood lengthens like Longest Night,

deeper, darker, with each new year.

‘Tis the season of holiday cheer —

forgive me for not caring, dear;

I am losing the strength to fight.

‘Tis the season of holiday cheer —

my mood lengthens like Longest Night.

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Bilingual

14 December 2005

Bilingual

 

across the street,

case the joint from the shadows.

… watch

            … wait

                      … rehearse my plan.

no one comes or goes —

it’s time!

 

buzzer buzzes

enter and quickly scan the store:

young girl behind the counter,

another guy in an aisle, leaning on a broom.

 

Pistol pointing,

rush the counter,

“Give me all the money!”

 

wild-eyed eruption,

a hysterical stream of Spanish

punctuated by “No Ingles! No Ingles!”

 

Furious, I yell – in English,

Frightened, she yells back – in Spanish.

 

Exasperated, I point at broom boy,

and he starts in, “No Ingles!”

 

jump over the counter,

register won’t open.

hold out my hand,

“Where’s the key?”

 

holding the gun,

cops pull up,

didn’t hear the buzzing

cops walk right in

guns deadly aimed,

those two still yelling at me — in Spanish!!

 

surrendered without a fight.

 

Of all the bad luck …

 

miraculously, broom boy

suddenly speaks perfect English …

 

everyone smiles but me!

 

attempted armed robbery:

plenty of time to learn Spanish now!

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