TruthBunny

a little insight can be dangerous

a lonely truth(bunny)

i seek companionship (in haste) to avoid loneliness
only to find a deeper solitude … in isolation

too ashamed to admit a decision made from fear
too naive to recognize a commitment without a bond
too fearful to believe the separation is only temporary
too numb to notice that option just slipped away.

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clarity

Photo by Joseph H. Davis Jr.

Photo by Joseph H. Davis Jr.

I know what I told everyone
I’ve repeated the lines in my head so many times

I was beginning to question the stranger spewing the well-rehearsed story
from lips that resembled my own

my story grew tiresome and depressing

Common sense screamed in my ear to move on without remorse
retrospect is a cruel and unforgiving viewpoint
my heart will always offer a compelling argument for impetuous behavior

a dull pain still lingers
so hard to understand how illusions create such realistic side effects

call it instinct or intuition

what once was justification for the inner thrill
became an appreciation to understand the inner peace
only found
at the right time
(not then)
with the right choice
(not him)

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the truth(bunny) you long for …

the bitter taste left behind by the sour words you kept repeating has faded to reveal someone different
the resentful cynic you feared might make a home, wandered off to join the utterances of a jilted heart in vain

… and then you have that moment of clarity ..
I had to go through that to understand this.

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The Gift

Given freely to one
unaware of its worth,

He is a child with a new toy
eager with anticipation
and limitless fascination,
bursting with unrestrained delight
and endless curiosity.

She cautions him,
“Don’t break it, it’s fragile”
words often uttered
but rarely heeded,
a phrase often discarded too quickly
by the careless hands
that embrace the new gift.

His excitement
is not considerate of caution,

since the object of this game is…
the game itself.

“It’s safe with me”
The promise seems genuine,
spoken with sincerity attributed
to child-like naïveté,
there’s an insatiable desire
to conquer the elusive prize

And yet, she offers it willingly …

Embraced with delight and adulation
no one else has it but him

‘It’s new – It’s mine
Let’s play!’

Unless…
It’s just too delicate
… a brief pause …

The flicker starts to fade,
the novelty dissolves,
his grip loosens
and the once-coveted gift
is casually tossed aside,
slowly falling to the bottom
of the toy box …

this ‘toy’ is no longer fun
now that it’s broken…

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The Poker Player

He sits down at the table with unparalleled confidence
His wits as sharp as blades,
his skills finely tuned and his stacks
piled high before him,
failure isn’t an option
or even a passing thought

This early in the game,
Clubs are all he seeks
He dances with delight as the flop promises the thrill he eagerly awaits…

Inconceivable!
He grunts in disbelief
the thrill was fleeting,
the cost only minor.

Next hand.

Diamonds… he recalls the advice
from a seasoned shark
Diamonds melt the icy gaze of his elusive adversaries
the toughest read is now transparent,
all he has to do is lead the hand
and close the deal…

Unbelievable!
He sinks into his chair.
It seemed so promising,
so real,
so close
His stacks dwindling – he’s not done.

Next hand.

His wisdom now emerges – replete with cynicism
New strategy…every expression
carefully calculated and deliberately devoid of expression

Call.

He sets out to diminish his previous setback in Spades

Call.

He’s patient and floats around the turn…

Impossible?!
But now he couldn’t tell
He stares woefully at his Bachelor Hand…
Fold.

His well-crafted strategy, pulled from his hands and promptly discarded

Final hand.

Contemplation now replaces impetuousness
Focus now replaces impatience
Understanding now replaces irrationality
Drawing from a wealth of experience … but limited reserves

He is playing with Hearts now,
the risk is greater – so is the reward

he glides down the river
and finally enjoys
the intoxicating thrill of this game…

He won…
her heart

… with pure luck.

 

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Jalal ad-Din Rumi

“When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here,
I can’t go to sleep.
Praise God for those two insomnias!
And the difference
between them.”

Jalal ad-Din Rumi (1207-1273)

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a hug

a simple act of kindness
hard to resist such a generous offer
I accept willingly
and for a moment,
I feel safe

rarely requested
but often needed
a sweet gesture for a heavy heart

with a longing to comfort an ailing soul
my ego seeks the perfect remark

instinct kicks in
gently reminding
a skilled tongue is no match
for a well timed embrace

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Two

Geese in TX

Photo by Joseph H. Davis

A romance that grew from the illusion that existed was not a result of any one word or action

but a collection of smiles, stories, confusion, laughter and hopeful offerings.

It was no more of a mistake than it was a calculated path designed by a more experienced soul.

The delicate balance of give and take was taken for granted and always assumed.

knowing the consequences, a risk is still there even if one must hold back for both

the joy stems from the new possibility and the thrill of the game.

Waiting, playing, flirting, seducing, learning, appreciating, trusting, accepting and understanding…

A dance we all know even if we can’t hear the tune.

Millions of people,

thousands of miles,

decades of experience

and a handful of advice

leads to one common bond that can only be decided by two.

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A Truth for all fellow inner control freaks…

“Do not seek the because – in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.”

– Anais Nin

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An Open Letter to a Former Companion

Dear Money –

I miss you.

Seems like its been so long since you and I were close.  I  guess with all the fun we had, I’d hoped you and I would be in it for the long  haul.. So many dreams, hopes and plans for the future.  I always assumed that I  could take care of you so you would grow and mature.

I wondered if you were afraid of commitment when you thought I was using  you.  Granted, I may have been careless with you at times, but I was naive and  spontaneous.   I truly believed you would be around forever… Foolish I know.   If you give me another chance, I promise to keep you  around more.

Don’t be a stranger.    xxoo

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