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Derevo i Nebo

I could learn the answer if I gather the pieces and study them.

I want to know the answer


I know, that the gathering of the pieces,

what that entails,

and what they will bring to mind,

their sum in stark relief,

would cost much more than the answer is worth.

Therefore, for sanity’s sake,

I try to forget the question.


(To be continued…)









I may have known the answer,

but that was yesterday.

Today I am confused and overcome

by feelings of futility.

I therefore try to forget the question

and its implications,

burdens I cannot now take.

… Inside,

I walk away.








Flower Blows, Hope_

Today’s lover,

tomorrow’s loather,

today’s friend,

tomorrow’s fiend.

Highs and lows,

we move with the blows,


why is it so?








Fighting the system,

or cheating myself?

Futility bites.




She asked me what I had been doing.

Reading and learning, I replied.


I scanned my mind, trying to pin down the essential pieces of knowledge,

the wisdom,

obscured by the clutter of information,

open to interpretation.


That the truth is buried somewhere within the lies.”




You see what you wanna see,

yes, I agree,

when I hear what I wanna hear.

(Let me be!)




How can people so far apart

be neighbors?




Sometimes one more letter makes all the difference,

sometimes there’s no sitting on the fence.

Sometimes you wish things could go back

to the way they used to be,

before we knew we weren’t free,


alas. …


The politics of identity.

… Baloney

and imposed aspirations

make for crappy sandwiches at work

and confused kitchen table talk in the evenings.

Lest we regret, this is life.





mon ami,

be careful what you wish for,

it might be a cliché,

like yesterday,

and heartbeats…

(perhaps you only have so many)

…minutes at the beach.




So, how are we to play?

Remembering the passage of time:


and lost,

flow and stagnation,

obscured reflection,

water in a dirty ditch.

The Chess set has fairly nice pieces,

but the board is so worn,

and I can’t forgive the missing pawn.