11-11-11 (Veteran's Day)

Thank you and God Bless

Insomnia

The cuddling and soothing strokes of your maternal hand lulling me to sleep left my tender mocha skin decades ago. No longer needing nor desiring your touch to extinguish my consciousness til the morrow comes.

The intoxicating sensuality of love making conjure it's presence from time to time....only paling in comparison to the mere exhaustion of the act of living.

Often times...

Sleep is like an elusive labyrinth of mazes that hinder your escape from the dream state that goes along with the rejuvenation of the body I so desperately crave.

So, I seek you during the day when others toil and struggle with life's trivial pursuits. I don't envy the day walkers....for it is the night that solicits my presence like the beckoning call of a lover to his companion.

I rouse and come alive. Listening to the sounds that only the night possesses. Sounds held captive in it's infinite darkness.

I love the peace....My reasoning and logic are more coherent. Distraction has no place here. I can find myself during these hours

Lucidity flows in the Cimmerian shade.

Perspective...

I Am Worthy...

Your attention is intoxicating.....momentarily.
Your words spoken so sullenly and (in)sincerely regarding your current situation move me.

Your presence enraptures my flesh but leaves my soul cold and lonely as soon as you depart; for you haven't touched my soul, brother; only the shell it inhabits.

You whisper sweet nothings and shower me with adoration; whilst white washing the true aesthetically pleasing canvas of your life.

You feed me the bones as you ravenously devour my ability to see past your facade.

Highest praise to the Almighty for the brevity of your illusion.
I'm grounded yet again; alone and empty but filled with the promise of fulfillment.

Heart tattered; memory tainted; ability to trust fleeting as I search in the blinding density of the midnight fog for my self worth; suddenly remembering it was with me all along. I merely cast it aside and allowed you, or the figment of my imagination that was you, to feel the void.

And you still couldn't feel/fill it. Illusions aren't real. A dream only last for a night.

I'm awake and

The epiphany is realized. I AM worthy. I am WORTHY.

I AM WORTHY.......you are not....