It's been a comfortable place, lately.
I know you don't understand,
because I've been here so long,
the other side of the coin of melancholy.
Aside, I might never have seen.
Still I know there's real hope.
You're there somewhere, I'm sure.
I just hope I can reach you.
If only we could see beyond ourselves.
There was a time when I could.
I tried to hold onto it and
I still want it back ---
I have it again now, still on the edge,
reaching out, no one knows to reach back.
I feel the razor's edge, nothing unusual,
an easy place, after this long.
What holds me here? You not here.
Do you see? If I weren't here, you'd be,
and I could only wail at your fall
knowing you'd never rise again.
*selah*
Autobiographical, poetic commentary emphasizing compassion,
ones search for truth &
that which cannot be found except from within…
Consider well the altruism found here (to the great chagrin of 'detractors').
©Copyright 2006-2022 by RK, Planetary Poet Laureate (of the end time)
Friday, May 25, 2007
That you fall not . . .

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Some have asked the question. - I’m young & old. - Don’t regale me. Popeye always said, “I ’yam what I ’yam.” ♦ So what is wh...
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You can't understand, but you want to. I stand falling, it's so easy... I'm glad to know you tried, it means more than you can k...
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How long ago?!!! This completely changed my perspective. Several years ago I was talking with a friend on Haywood Street in d...
in so many ways i "know" this ... yes, a razor's edge indeed, apocalyptic balance ... sorrow's ache for joy knowing what must be done ... intensely courageous writing, dear soul ...
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