Jealousy

Bored by perfection
too secure to enjoy
nothing to fear
deceiving yourself

Too smooth the now
if becomes an issue
past is
when all was well

A face in the crowd
hand on hand
a look behind
fire inside

The abyss conjures
the fantasies
that drive you
to violation

Thoughts get caught
in a web of sin
spinning itself
in your mind

Innocence dies
by jealousy's hand
and the mirror shows
you alone

 
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Father and Son

A story that has been told
so many times before
a conflict without substance
that we create ourselves

Never want to give in
never appear to be weak
similarities push us apart
where estrangement is building a bridge

With superhuman strength
we seem to run in a door
a door that should have been open
from the day that I was born

Where is the wisdom of age
where the intuition of youth
where are the bonds of nature
where reasoning faces a wall?

Words that run in a bed
of a river long dried out
but the dust that lies within
shall be our phoenix of love

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Anticipation

One more month
a dim awareness
steals its way
into consciousness

One more week
every day
the prospect
makes me smile

One more day
my thoughts 
are entangled
in the tomorrow

One more hour
prepared
waiting
trembling

Now

An hour ago
fulfilled
happy
calm

Yesterday
the past still lives
in my memory

Last week
the memory
slowly fades
into the haze

One more month
a dim awareness
steals its way
into consciousness