~Wakes of The Void

Jobless is a circumstance concluding in dangerous boredom.
Love seduced my soul before I knew the scourge of denial.
It ruined my life, stole my compass and sanity, in a flash to go.
I'm lucky somehow, despite being violined by maudlin romance
I continue to remember what was taken before being ready.

So powerful is true love it serves the purest opposite negative
when not guided and ruled over by higher conscious men,
and it is here where I have found the greatest divide
between dogma and pragmatic satisfactions I've applied.
Very few see to that distant far shore across dogma's plane
having its own horizon for lower perspectives, most will forget.
Those lacking access to such principals to contain soul's fount
encounter the worst liability to being alive in an ongoing grind
where souls could play lube and bearing over dying moments.

I've tried to stop the process of mind seeking solutions to find
it continues I suppose until my romantic soul, my muse is mine.
Intuition tells me the doors are locked and the guards are deaf
rendered blind to any impression resembling me from that time.
I've reached hard into the world for guidance without success
and I'm at the hilltop where knowing my limits and failure in fact
confronts me as the downside pulling me back forward to anew.

The best of times, the purest hearts in love with just being alive
The celebration was a raging roaring conflagration which engulfed
leaving the deepest imprint and causing me to face my oblivion.

To accept and share with any reader the fruit and wisdom here
requires one to understand a moment and precisely how temporary it is
at once the result and production of time, and how they vanish
and this vanishing is life today, This moment, anything, knowledge
is just a bubble of consciousness which is about to burst and dissolve.

Always and forever, this moment now, has and always will kill you.
Whether in memory, or in grim finality, this moment has one purpose
aimed at cessation, to die, to lose momentum's form, to end as totality.

This time, leaves us now. Please honor and observe wakes of a void.

June 2006, RJDuberg

~Of Sky

Must be too much time on my hands
and lost love from some urgent land
that makes memory prick of a plague.
An illness of recurrence, sad sashays
when someone was listening thunder,
our hearts resonating, so far beyond
the beautiful opening flower of sky.

(c) copyright, June 2006, RJDuberg

~Acrimony is a Midlife State of Mind

The tragedy of my being haunts me
and increasingly takes more from me
now cresting my midlife point I seethe
over the invariable moments of what
in my youthful innocence was a strut
seductively about life, an ignorant slut.

Resting upon this horrific peak of time
knowing pricelessness lost to its crime
I understand man's rise from the slime.
This mystery plagued me well then
and what I lost remains deep within
the memories making in me a wind.

Cold and bitter, biting into my soul
I exist humble on knees feeling slow
this wind of memory a ruthless mow.
Despite my acrimony over my plight
mystery, hope and beauty are right
together fusing into an inspired light.

A man is surely defined by his action
yet remember winds of complication
most strongly felt as a midlife vexation.
These times are perhaps the most difficult
For one remembers what did not result
when opportunity met this cluster phuck.

copyright (c) June 2006, RJDuberg