I Have No Answer To This

The question that I have had rattle my mind for some years is this: “is there such a thing as too much honesty?” You can approach this from any perspective, and I honestly can’t determine an answer to this.


Blog Update 7/31/17

To those who read my blog (the pessimist in me does count the numbers and yet I wish to remain optimistic as this has been a project of mine that I have kept up with at times and others being super casual or just dropped off my radar for others things going on in my life). I am considering changing my approach to this and do more than just poetry, riddles, and actually write “traditional” pieces. A lot of my time is often dedicated to my job, and there are multiple occasions that I have wanted to vent to you the audience my frustration as well as do some objective pieces on communications and operations in the workplace. I may consider just doing a separate WordPress site for these pieces, but I would love your feedback, and thank you for the continued support. Good day and good luck.

Why Am I Obsessed With Silence?

I once held Silence close
and dear to me like a teddy bear
I loved it for its safety, its lack of judgment
and in it I found creativity
a place to actually breathe in
And now some years have past
I cant determine how to respond to Silence.
He often has hurtful, sarcastic things to say
quite often very dark and menacing
I dont understand why
He allows me to read into the paths many men take
Who am I to judge a man’s heart
He helps me learn where my limitations are
and there the fence is, “just jump over it” he cooly says
I try to reach out to take his hand
but I grasp cold steel bars, al about me
and the door is wide open…

Yogurt On The Run

Needing to get to work
    I’m pushing my time
OK, fridge, what’s in line?
Yogurt, that’s great!
    Oh, it’s close to expiring.
I’ll swallow it anyway,
I can gamble on my body’s fate
    Swerving through traffic,
    and spooning this stuff into my mouth
Ok, finally finished that mixed berry.
Now time to get to work con yogurt.

What is a true friend?

What does true friendship look like?
To me,
    that which is not imposed,
    rather a natural progression.

Bearing with one another,
Laughing with each other,
Living life together.

Building each other up,
And working out that which keeps us apart;
Mutually refining that which defines us.

And at the end of the day,
We are not bound by material matters,
    rather in love and respect for each other’s character.

I greatly treasure the time we have spent together
For some, it felt short and yet so priceless
And to others, I hope we continue to grow all the more.

Peace – Winter

The soft crunch of snow and ice underneath your feet
The gentle hug of hat and scarf
    and the stronger embrace from jacket and gloves
You sigh and your breath freezes for a second there

Or be it by the fireplace,
    the constant crackle as the logs give way
    and the warmth reaches straight to your soul
With cupped hands around your drink
    or embracing the one you love.
Or is Winter just hugging you back?

Two Mugs

Two mugs I order.
Two mugs set at the table,
     one before myself;
     the other to an empty seat.

Am I bold enough to tell them?
Am I willing to say what is on my heart?
Can I approach them with burning honesty
     and radiant compassion?

My shadow pulls up a chair
     to my left
“Just give them what they want to hear,
     if you must dodge the issue do so.
     Offer them a ear to hear but not your full commitment.”

My coffee returns some warmth to my hands
The steam teases my eyes to dance along
Poised to pray I take a long drink.

A man comes by with a mug in hand
     the only feature of note
     are his eyes of deep blue that are nearly black.
He looks at me with a cock of his head
     and squats into a chair to my right
“You can only play this game for so long,
     confess your love to them, not just in word but also in deed
     As cliche as it is, follow what your heart desires.”

Hands still in prayer,
     my coffee now modestly warm
I take several swallows and still
     wait for them to come in and take a seat

The door chimes and they enter in,
     golden and glowing they approach my table
     and gracefully slip into the opposing chair

The air in the room grew silent
     And I counted a cold single minute before I spoke.
“I’m glad you could make it. Don’t get me wrong,
     but you are not as great as you make yourself out to be.
“We had our fair share of laughter and sorrow, but I can’t
     keep on dating you.
“I don’t blame you for this, it’s just my obsession with you is
     why we must break up.
“We can’t grow together if my only aim is to live through you.”

At this she opens her mouth in shock,
     a wide O of her mouth
But she quickly gives me a faint smile
     piercing her lips and lifts a single finger to them.
She leaves her chair and comes to my side
     and gives me a full embrace.

I hesitant for a second,
     then I embrace her back.
She leans closer in and makes a whisper in my ear
     but no words come out.

My eyes seek hers,
     but I am staring into my coffee.
     My hands about the mug.
No second cup on the table.
I take a sweat swallow of coffee,
     and silently toast to my Past.