Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

Caution: Soul Crossing

30 May 2014

 

 

it’s okay,

no need to explain,

nothing’s changed.

It’s just me,

back to where I’ve always been:

alone with my words.

 

familiar,

a window, a wall,

quiet, safe …

revealing

degrees of separation,

I try to deny.

 

this abyss,

which lies in between,

still exists.

I must learn

to accept the view, my place,

on the other side.

 

Aloneness,

some try to tell me,

is a choice.

I wonder,

if they’ll ever understand

just how wrong they are.

 

 

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ps

29 March 2014

 

 

it’s fragile,

a small distinction,

between want

and intent.

Precariously balanced,

I wait for the fall.

 

 

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let’s improvise

23 March 2014

 

 

soft chords, waiting for

improvised conversation;

one speaks, one listens.

 

Harmonize,

in rhythms, with melodies,

hearts understand jazz.

 

 

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we change

23 March 2014

 

 

in essence,

love never changes,

but we do.

That’s the part

we may never understand.

And so, we blame love,

 

and others,

or even ourselves.

But, we change,

love doesn’t,

and I never learned that truth

‘til it was too late.

 

 

 

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melt

14 March 2014

 

“I’ll stop the world and melt with you”

 

 

shoveling

snow-covered sidewalks

late at night

makes no sense.

Tomorrow’s high, fifty-four

should melt it away.

 

City plows

clearing streets of snow,

all night long.

seems pointless,

like trying to stop the world,

or melting with you.

 

 

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midnight walk

10 March 2014

 

 

midnight walk,

indescribable

existence …

outside of,

yet inseparable from,

all that’s ever been.

 

returning,

as important as

one’s journeys.

I wonder

if what I bring back with me

is more than I left.

 

It is solved

by walking, it’s said;

I believe.

By faith, I

seek not the destination.

It’s enough to walk.

 

 

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werewolf

10 March 2014

 

 

used to be

a once-a-month beast,

until she

finally

cured me of that hungry need

I no longer feed.

 

 

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she waits, obviously

09 March 2014

 

 

just because

I do not look for,

or choose to

see beauty,

it’s always been waiting there

to be discovered.

 

 

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telepathic

04 March 2014

 

 

Read my mind

if you really dare.

It’s scary,

but honest.

My mind to yours, soul to soul,

intimate oneness.

 

 

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