November 2, 2006
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as unsung heroes….
i rewrote this
in reflection
onion-layered and nuanced…
and a play on ‘grey’ words… ensconced in dualities
neither black…nor white
but shades… sequenced in ‘windows’
where each
must reflect and read
themselves …
so many
I wonder…be those, who have been touched or moved
or stirred by contact
have they…
in me to…done so…in measured exchange…duly tabbed
by joys…or interleaving scars…notched to count
our ‘scores’
marking…bodies of essence…with casual experience
or a mould…shaping growth and evolve
of lives
stained with ‘color’…of involve…splattered on the pristine
correctness…of a virgin canvas
projecting
‘trophy’ selves, framed in respected idiom…ivory tower pedestals
an elevated plane…of a state exalted…of beings
who be sought
in ‘to be or not to be’ mulls…in tolerated interrelate…yet enjoyed too
on set occasions…within ‘given’ limits
of shared authorship
but only to extents…that individualized id’s allow…an alien intrude
for how could they…ever accept
or acknowledge
an impact…if at all…by one, ‘defined’ in unspoken levels-n-terms
of morality, class and standing
as threats
to an exist rightfully theirs…as deemed originals…a crown of thorns
seen as…and served by serfs…mere ‘assists’
under feet
who be steps…by choice…shouldering duty-bound the burdens
of another’s ascent…as their ‘one’ purpose
rapaciously mounted
and sometimes trampled hard on…by quests…of those driven
by the raking prods, of ever growing…ambition
to walk
the talk or run…on water…like a fabled son ,empowered by a God
in divine reach…and eventual immerse in spirited highs
ethereal peaks
so many seek…as their destiny…a pinnacle seemingly unique…theirs
to bloom amidst…the envious.gaze..of lesser peers
isolated if necessary
by inner emptiness…so beyond the mundane crowd and cloying cling
of muddied roots…sourcing sustenance
of distilled Ids
refined, but mired yet…in dirt and ordinary desires…and an awareness
glowing amidst embers…of scorched wisdom…tempered
as burnt offerings
by those…who have been there…or done that…tapped or touched
by shared journeys…traveled in tandem
to remain
post parting…as an untold story…of memories, perhaps suppressed
yet lurking…peek-a boo…in veiled backgrounds of a past
as an itch
of innate conscience…that beckons loyally…now-n-then in warmth
raised to toast…’friends’…a ‘something’…we once were…
cheers…
