“In Time”
Jeff Wichman
11/27/2006
half-Way from far away
you drive
my mind, a thousand times
changing lanes
between hope and desire
on fire
burn free and lock me in like
your eyes
too late, I realize they
own me
and the miles could never divide
this mind
set on you, shifting into view
I wait
for it will never be too late
I wait.
Romanticism vs Realism. Destiny vs Decision. Admitting your thoughts. Questioning your heart. Why is is so hard for us to do follow our hearts with our heads. Why is it always one way or the other? or neither. Is the mind of our our emotions not the same brain that powers our ability to analyze… calculate… decide. Or is it something else? These endless questions seem to painfully represent the answers to why in the end is doesn’t really matter. Reality setting in… suprise taking place… it’s all the same, and yet somehow I saw this coming.
She’ll convince herself it was my fault. But the fact of the matter is I try. I face the consequences of my decisions, even if it’s not going to be fun, pretty or ‘picturesque’ … I don’t justify my incapability of facing outcomes of my choices… and I sure as fucking hell don’t base excuses on heresay, half-guesses about what kind of person someone might be, or write it off as misunderstanding. Silence doesn’t lie, nor does time, distance, or space. The fact that you would even assume…
nevermind… fuck it. One less.
Yeah, right Jeff. Try: One more.
“Matter”
Jeff Wichman
January 20, 2006
Where do we end
this journey,
you and I.
Our spiral of a path.
Our ups, my downs.
These restless scratches
stain this path twice-traveled.
Were you not my partisan?
Did you not pick me up
onto broken legs
left standing
fighting for balance.
Were you not my rescue?
Did you not pull me top
from the current
left floating
in your wake…
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
It settles and foams,
leaving a trail to mark
the distance,
ever growing,
between you.
and I.
No matter.
These aberrations
a result, in part,
of your proposals.
While yet
your proposals
in part, a result,
of my aberrations.
No matter.
Blame as you desire
if it pushes you.
Justify this resign
by propulsion.
Rest-assured
inertia will take care of the rest,
as I rest in retrospect
for the rest
of my life.
No matter.
For I have no surplus of indifference
to burn through this solstice.
Rather, a shortfall of spirit
to travel your distance.
So roll your die
as I toss my coin,
and we’ll foster disclosure.
Put your faith in fate,
whatever that is.
As I’ll mine in this life,
wherever that is.
No matter.
This crutch of an answer
you convey,
lends weight to the jaded.
My void of a question
you neglect,
leaves space for solutions.
No matter.
Should our maps of decision
draw our paths near,
I shall take your hand
and light the way
down this sole fate.
For no Matter
My soul mate.
Just wrote this a few minutes ago, so there might be a few typos.
Circle:
She’s a boundless array, so magnificent and innate.
…First let me tell about the other Day…
Driving nowhere putting miles behind
Refining old memories to pass the time
Burning old stories, ashing the past
A nail in the road on the overpass.
[ ] Flat and Fragile- Slowing Now- Breaking Down- Idling- Dead…
. O .
Come, take a trip inside my Head.
ideas; chasing thoughts.
inevitable yet infinite.
tragically endless.
seeking the answer,
while searching for the question.
Fall to the fact that she’s indestructable.
like the ocean’s tide
attacking a sandcastle
battlements crushed by the wind and the sea
sound the retreat! fall back to the keep!
the salt and the sand breaching the walls
the curdling foam filling the halls
a child’s tear falls- afflicting, confirming
“Checkmate my lady, they’ve taken our king.”
Strong and courageous, yet lucid and abandoned.
like an orphaned child
holding her own
misplaced into solitude, such a beautiful girl
ambitiuously aspiring to show the world
how to stitch your way through a life full of scars
look at me sir, I’ve made it this far!
fighting to find reason, she desperately sings
“I’ll never give up” while she spreads her wings.
She haunts our souls, reason over fate.
like a troubled emotion
pouring our hearts out
dangerously close to breaking the rim
the spill was saved by the surface tension!
bound together by forces unknown
science explaining, religion condones
searching for answers, avoiding The Day
“Help me God, I’ve misplaced my faith.”
hope; desperation defined.
worthless and unconstructive.
tragically crushing.
waiting for answers,
while avoiding a let-down.
Come, back to your senses Now.
. O .
[ ] Worn and Weary- Won’t Give Up- Try Again- Moving- Go…
A push from the rear rolls me over the top
Faster and faster speed away down the drop
Stop again Never! to this I swore
Hold on a second, I’ve been here before.
…God-damn these Circles, need I say More?…
Until next time,