Good Morning, Morning.

Good morning, world and wanderers.
Today has yet to unfold itself.
I do not yet know its name, though the morning warmth and welcoming breeze offer an inkling of its character.

We shall get to know one another as the sun rises, and become closer as the moon takes its place.

The morning is not urgent and without anticipation.
Birds chirp in slow, soft increments.
Melodies of a mellow song.

I wait for the coffee to brew as I observe the sounds of the world beyond the balcony.
I wonder what this day will bring without curiosity.
The sky's large, sailing clouds offer promise that all will be well.

Breakfast: coffee and cigarettes,
A side of Slim's serenades.

Un-Play

I am unsure that my brain will let me write this...
Or anything about that.
Really, about you.
I pretend it's too confusing and that it's open for debate with myself,
Because I know what it all really means.
If I should accept that truth, I'll have to stand up and face it.

I prefer phone interviews, and just email me your interrogation script.

Standardized inquiries, all ready in colloquial english
For its readers who were too busy serving our country to continue education.
Their specialty dish: innumerable heads by mass murder,
Served on the finest silver platters.
Just fit for democracy.
Captain Capitalism, at your service.

But I'll play into the game for now, until I obtain what I seek.
Though I know I'll never win,
I'll take what I came for and find the next piece in universal logic.

So I'll play this game with you, too.
But, not to take what I want and exit the stage,
Though my suspicion is that such may describe your style.
Your poker face is too solid to know.

I'll play because I'm afraid to lose this one.
This one, too, I know I can't win,
In this game, I claim the inevitable title of non-winner.
So I'll buy my time until my pockets are turned out.
Until I am erased, terminated from the course.

Then I'll play contentedly alone.

(May 2012)

(2009)

Fallen Reality

There once existed a man who fell through the sky.
In the sky alone did he exist, falling all his days.
Born in the sky, there, too, he died.
No land, nor water, nor planet, nor fire did he ever perceive.
Never a woman, nor man, nor child, nor beast did he know.
The infinite abyss, directionless, and untamed, his only natural companion.


He fell timelessly, all senses of past, present, and future non-existent.
His existence suspended, as his body, between all and nothing.
Sentenced at conception only to be.


As he fell, the forces that pulled him stretched his consciousness.
His mind rapidly becoming an abyss greater than his surroundings.


He lived, then, not in the sky, but within an internal world,
an immeasurable reality. A reality of countless others, or,
if whim raised its brow, a single reality of ever-shifting forms.


As he fell, he existed only within his existence, 
one unconceivable to any other.
And for the entirety of his existence he did fall.
Living within himself, he became and did become.
All within were truths without blemish.


All of his existence was always complete.

Still, Thank You.

This is an ode, a tribute to truths of the past and present.
This is a confession.
Even more so, this is all I never said,
couldn't, wouldn't, feared and desire to communicate.

It's four in the morning and I am thinking of you.
I thought of you an hour ago, but could not stop
the stream of consciousness that swelled within my mind,
then emerged from my soul.
I thought of you days ago, weeks ago, months.
You were a passing idea, a brief glimpse of an illustrated emotion.
And so you have remained, until this early morning by which
I allowed my mind to feel.

You were my mentor, my guide, my light.
You illuminated everything which surrounded me,
casting your rays to expel all shadows,
making visible my world from every direction.
You taught me, even when you did not know it.
You filled my brain fully with treasure,
and my heart wholly with burning desires for more.
You entertained and satisfied each trivial moment,
even while you slept.
You loved so extraordinarily,
sharing with me the magic of your soul.

I miss you.
I miss your genuine presence beside me.
I miss your passion. I miss your excited convictions.
I miss your thoughts of creation, invention, and all things ahead.
I miss your vision. I miss working with you and by you.
Though, all these things I missed, too, while only an arm's length away.
And still, I miss you.

I know this has become my new beginning.
Though, admittedly, I wish I could make and share this journey with you.
However, I know we do not share the same path into the future.
I know this was the best road to take.
I know that you could not fly alongside me.
My wings are still growing, their span measuring only half.
Thus, I know that I must yet grow in solitude,
so that you may soar across the skies.

And so, I will miss you, I will remember you, and I will ever love you.
I wish you the most fulfilling life of ultimate joy and peace.
I wish you all the best you can be.
I will ever attribute many of the grandest, and most beautiful
to the short time spent with you.
Thank you.

Most sincerely,
Roni