Just Can't Capture The Inbetween

Inbetween
Door, portico, entrance
Ingress, egress
Dance
Entry, gateway
Shifting shadows
Exit

".....It's good to have shadows
That run when you run,
That laugh when you're happy
And hum when you hum -
For you only have shadows

When your life's filled with sun..."
( from Two little Shadows - Anonymous)

Effing Fire

fuck the fire

I want to move on

the snow has fallen

i'm burnt out on being burnt

but fire

is the only thing

people want

no, need

to talk about

fuck it

Biography of a Lying Magician

I was born in 1974
I never belonged to that military base
And I don’t ever go back
I’ve been a magician since I was four
Some people know how to make an appearance
I know how to disappear
I do not believe in fortune tellers or soothsayers or supernatural beings
Life is what you make it and the future is well planned chance
                    She calls me ‘pagan’
 I call it ‘logical’
At two I rode on my daddy’s shoulders at Disneyworld
At 18 I watched him die and thought it was my fault
Some people know all about success and fame
I know about failure
I’ve been the golden child and the black sheep
                   I’ve never compromised my convictions
At 25 the gentle balance between knowing and listening began to settle in
I’m learning how to love
He is kind, and strong
What we have in common makes us friends, and that which makes us different, makes us a team
At 29 I hovered over my mother in ICU and learned all I could about cancer
I wasn’t going to make the same mistake
                      With the other parent
She did not take her illness as seriously as I did
                      She is dead
I thought youth and health would last forever
                    At 30 I learned constraint and moderation
I’ve been held at gunpoint in Mexico
Danced at a bar mitzvah in Alaska
Chased by dogs in France
Ran from avalanches in Switzerland
Eaten eggs in Holland and toast in England
            I’m still jealous of everyone I meet
A magician is a good liar, that is what I am - A Good Liar
I lie to make people laugh because humor is truth from a different angle
I lie to diffuse the anger of others
Because people are too sensitive
Life is too short for anger
                        Or truth
Don't tell me you know me, I can promise you it's a lie
Each year I put a bag on my back
On well worn trails I place one foot in front of the other
I walk in the rain and snow and the sunshine
I sleep under the stars
I wake with the dawn
I like the smell of sunscreen, mosquito spray, and lip balm
And of my own sweat at the end of the day
I like blackened toenails, blistered heels, and sore muscles
                    It is my penance
who knows
                     How much longer I’ll live
I will be content with each moment

Storm in My Piano

Raindrops
Conduct the right hand
Point  ...   Counterpoint
Thunder
Possesses the left
Rolling  ...  Echoing in the bass clef
Stormy days
Weather's inspiration
My piano's imagination

What Becomes of Words

Spiders web, silken strands, Words Entangle
Soft beckoning folds, silken robes of a Temptress
Geisha trained in the art of seduction
Words Enrapture

Straight forward, simply written, cotton Words
Natural fiber, honest and true
Words draw blood
Cotton words from a dry husk

“I’m just being honest”
You’re just being cruel
Rough, uncultured, simple and cheap
Like cotton

Delicate strands of silk
Words become frayed
Unraveled, slipping through my fingers, off my tongue
Onto the floor, you weren’t listening

Natural fiber, woven textile
Woven words, natural speech
A silkworm cocoon, wildflower dyes
The pencil is my loom

Words do not decay, neither does silk
Open a tomb, Bones still wrapped
Shimmering shrouds
Words engraved on walls

Your cotton will rot
My silk does not

The Dying Wish of a Secret

Secrets are just dying to get out
They don't go quietly to the grave
They wait to be found
Unlike the Keeper
          The Secret stays
Secrets are living beings
They yearn to breathe
Fly to the light
           Secrets take flight
Hinted at in poems
Implied in speech
Alluded to in songs
Exposed in memoirs
            Displayed on auction blocks
Secrets want to be kept
But not held
When opportunity arises
            Secrets find new Keepers
So what will the new Keeper do?
Hide the Secret, or let it breathe anew?