just a little thought. no thing special.

i won't tell you.
no, i'd rather be cryptic
and hope you dont understand.
and hide
in front of your face
and inside your brain
like a parasite that you didnt know was there.
look at the yellow wallpaper
it was not what you thought it was
and it drove your wife completely
crazy.
that is it; i want to be hidden
inside something obvious.
the easy simple road is less of a challenge
than sprinting through the woods
in the middle of a moonless night
darting past trees
throw furtive looks behind your shoulder
to be sure that you are not being
hunted.
that cartoon you hold
you thought it was an old woman with a big nose.
look closer dear, and you will see
the young the beautiful
the profile of a g i r l.
i hope i can hide myself so adequately.
yet.. i feel this explanation is
a tad silly
and i shall stop.

blank and empty mind (mumbo jumbo)

no words. no movement.
vegetable they call him.
because he cannot breathe, eat, excrete on his own.
he is totally and completely unable to do anything on his own.
and here he sits, year after year in his hospital chair.
propped up by numerous fluffy pillows.

peel away the useless body, the layers of flesh that have long been disconnected from the brain.
peel them all away,
and i wonder what you would find?
is it really possible to have an empty mind?

where is his soul?

is he angry at being so helpless.. unable to even relieve himself of the misery, not even given the opportunity to end his own miserable life?

should he be angry at all?
is his body a prison, or a dependable fortress? or both?
he is trapped, yet safe, floating in the sea.. encompassed by the walls his brain has built.
he is incarcerated.. yet.. hides from the wild behind the bars at the zoo.

i cannot speak for you or him
and what i thought you meant
really was something i made up
but
you are really me and i am actually him
we are two sides of a coin
all floating in the same imprisoning sea
all battling the fiercest gales
all crying and floundering and gasping precious air
we are all in the same boat.. nay
we are all not in the same boat
my soaked clothes and hair reveal
that i fell out of that sea worthy craft long ago
and i think you will find similar circumstances
concerning yourself.
let us say, rather;
we are all in the same treacherous waters
for the safety of a boat, i have never known.

donde esta the culprit? may (s)he step forward!!

I'm just putting my thoughts together
I'm just trying to sift through tugging currents
of what i may or may not believe
what ive heard and what ive seen
they float in and out of my head
and they keep swirling around til theyre d e s t r o y e d
and disproven or perhaps disputed
or worse, forgotten.. allowed to sink away
into oblivion.
is this right or is this wrong, im not sure i can say
i cant quite judge
nay, i cannot judge this or that
for ive been influenced far too strongly
ive been taught for far too long
that each and every speck of conflict
has double the trouble and twice the story
you bargained for
there is not black and white
and who, praytell, took that idyllic world
and mussed it up? who grayed everything
from the sun and snow to the word and tear?
why did they do it? why
would i prefer a simple meaningless life of motion
to the colorful meaningless life of crime conflict and comedy?
because the latter
that is where we live
and i question what i would settle for, given the choice.