As I hold you and feel the soft beats of
your heart and watch the slow rise of your chest
I remember how you first came to me
and offered a cup of coffee as if
it could take away the isolation
and despair that permeated my life.

What caught my curiosity in those
briefs moments between you handing me the
cup and my turning to wander away
from the vapid gathering of people
I despised and places I detested
was that your only comment was, "Coffee?"

Between intelligence and lack of it....
known as idiocy....
there is but a hairline difference
as in a wise man and his wisdom
a madman's simple existence

I for one
most of the times,
am inordinately intelligent...
but in the OPAQUENESS of cataract of both eyes
it seems like wise
an idiot!
to someone

intelligence, brilliance and idiocy
need to eventually compromise
else we all seem to be blind...

Man inherits genes
some are good
some mean

I have walked within these earthly bonds
Listening to all I meet and talking of like things
Joining brother, sister no matter who they are
Spreading my ways sometimes much too thinly

Loving each one as they walked with me.
Yet how much do we know of each in our shells
That we learn through words and not actions
Each a separate entity as if an old mythical God

Times come to me as they drift day on day
People became near as if touching hands
Words became entwined in like thoughts
Places travelled where each had their own

PLACES

I dreamed a dream
of times gone by
of a world
I thought would never die:
soothing voices,
warm embraces
hearts beating as one.

But the world doesn't speak to me
the way it did before
and all I knew has faded
into Memory's languid caress.