Poetry

People are not afraid of Truth, just the person.

People are not afraid of the Other, just themselves.

At night they saw the stars to where they wished to go. They promised to visit shortly but the stars always told them no.

Kerri, my friend. Kerri, my friend. Could you ever see all those wounds I had to mend?

Kerri, my friend. Kerri, my friend. Did it have to be? I never wanted to carry my friend.

Kerri, my friend. Kerri, my friend.

I let the herald continue passing on the terrible news. I could hardly think, let alone finish my work. I had to deal with it. But the loss is too much to fully comprehend; the pain so immense. I couldn't sleep or eat. I could hardly speak coherently. I couldn't be alone for weeks and yet I didn't have a roommate, so I was in real trouble.

I had never been to anything like this before… They asked me to be in the ceremony. I bore it all in silence. I never let anyone know my pain. I had to be strong, when all around me was in shock. I had cried the night but never again, especially in public. I was fine and I would be strong enough to see my friends through it.

It's almost a year later now and the pain is still there. I just have a better sense of how to deal with it. But the pain is still as strong and my friends know it too.

I cleaned my room

but I should have cleaned the world. I spoke on the phone with a friend but I should have played with my brother. Forget that he is a hundred miles away.

Found out another friend is married; perhaps another to be divorced soon.

Earlier spoke of God and his relationship to man.

God can't have a name nor could he be all knowing at all times. I determined, that was half of the reason Christ took human flesh.

I wanted to speak of these and other more important things to my mate. But she is gone. I can not worry about that now. I have much to accomplish before I die of concern.

I am just so alone and tired.

He knew it was during that horrible sad pop song sung by her favorite singer.

It clearly was not the words that moved him. There was no value in them. It might have been the singing. There were tones that struck deeply into him. It might have been the music. A catchy beat yet rather disappointing in performance, originality, and inspiration. Not so much to his mind but to his being, he constructed a metaphor of her to the song. It took him so by surprise that he missed the woman he loved.

But now both were gone. Realization had destroyed this melancholy chimera.

He sat there stunned -- beyond pain and suffering, the feeling having faded... but the frown remained.

He never knew if anyone in the room noticed or even cared. No one mentioned it. He never asked.

Dark; swirling, twirling.

Confusion; hair curling.

Obtuse objects obliterated;

Acute angles annihilated.

A pregnant cow goes moo.

Dark; swirling, twirling.

Confusion; blood curtailing.

Towering talons tackled

Cynical cylinders crackled.

A pear melts into goo.

Dark; swirling twirling.

Confusion; hair curling.

Obtuse objects obliterated.

Acute angles annihilated.

Nothing's left; all's anew.