irrelevant soldiers in the army of same....

actions speak louder than words.
don't hide behind curtains of avoidance.
to see -
to hear -
to understand, and yet do nothing - is of itself the most profound statement of indifference.
choosing silence -
choosing to stand still -
choosing not to choose right over wrong -
most surely decides the accommodation of your fate.
how do you sleep at night?
can you remember at what moment the decision was made to trade conscience for fame?
obvious - in your garments of vain,
for you - the march not a statement of solidarity -
you merely blend in -
irrelevant soldier in the army of same...

hourglass of our demise

caught up in the vortex of assume.
we place our hearts on trays of trust -
offer invitation to presentations of our self.

with marked deliberation -
we push the everything of all we are onto center stage -
dim the lights -
create atmosphere of intimate accommodation.
and there.
exposed.
wearing only the skin of our re-purposed conviction -
we promenade our is -
recite monologues of our suppose.

there is,
i feel,
no sorrow more defined than diminished expectation.
to strip away the layers of apprehension -
peel off the mask of reluctant -
allow access to the very essence of our was,
in hopes of finding partner on the journey to our will become -
and find,
when naked of all but our indiscretion,
the effort wasted -
could-be not an option...

as the curtain begins to close -
lights of life begin to dim -
we realize the absence of audience.
as one by one the patrons reassigned.
most often to follow adventures we cannot comprehend.
while we remain -
restrained as sand within the hourglass of our own demise.