prosepiece - um...

i love'um.
...least so much about'um.
the way that we've be come
...yet so barely begun
sometimes wanna tell'um
but instead, for the interim,
keep within our momentum...
away from the doldrum--
but consistent conundrum
makes us so accustomed
that it gets hard to fathom
a way to stay with'um,
succumb to our custom,
end empty and dumb..
heart pierced, pinched and numb
   just wish we could hold on...
to at least enjoy some... 

stream of conciousness

feel things now, times, differently
as it seems that i see
        My Life,
                     happening.
& elation, Pride,
                brims emphatically.
And in no certain Rush,
          for my future to come-
      feeling *charmed to enjoy
   where i am, how far from
where i was, what it took
       & will take as i go
                forth toward
         where i'll be,
                    & w h a t e v e r may come.
...as i'm open to receiving,
         some beautiful way of living
being loved and how dearly
   sharing sweetness of spirit.

prosepiece - vs

such change
so quick
to such e x t r e m e ,
your point
of being
it gets so obscene,
to treat
so vastly
& leave, as it seems,
per your flight
--not your fight
...always somewhere between.

can't decide
got no spine
& your soul's being twisted,
can't have it
won't take this
vow to self i won't miss it.
as it's better off solo
'cause at least I'm consistent
so split
leave no word
catch some space, grab some distance.

don't expect
i'll stay close
per your begging & pleadin'
had chances
for friendship
but my offer's receding
curb my giving
quit doling
with no chance of receiving
only way
change of mind
have to get me b e l i e v i n g . . .