Spur

Passion's problem.

A snake in the grass with poisoned fangs.

A euphoria

That turns to frustration.

Misunderstandings.

"Never thought YOU would be suicidal," he says. "Never meant to imply."

Passion's problem.

Words misunderstood.

One language with multiple meanings.

"I am sorry," she replies.

He hears a soul upset.

"Don't apologize," he intones. "I overreacted."

Passion's problem.

The simple is complex. The quiet is a cacophony.

Words on a page cannot carry the meaning of voice.

Stuck outside the tower and looking up, he says,

"A rock I might be...but I need firm ground to hold.

Even a rock can slip."

She stares back at his eyes.

The left with a fleck sadness and understands:

It was never his intention to push her, but she now sees

He has to help others for himself.

Ignosce Mihi

And that is not Passion's problem.

Flicker

You are the flower in the weeds
The bauble in the sequins
In a cacophony of sound.
You are welcome silence.
You are happenstance in a world of figures and logic,
A candle in a lit room
And in my mind...I'm a snowflake in rain.
The room left for me is wasted;
The heart kept underwater.
The mind creates reason upon reason....
The curve of her lips drips honey and vinegar all at once.

The happenstance?

I won't take that room.
The words ring again and again,
"Not in love with you."
So the walls get thicker and thicker, and I wait
Alone.
So it goes.
Yes, you can
Lock the door.
A gossamer awaits me through the veiled shadows.

Falling.

My soul drops,
And God laughs at me.
A hearty chuckle that reveals his plan for me:

Solitary confinement.

Charity

Quiet, hot thoughts slice up my spine.
A mark for each trip to Heaven.
A notch for each descent into Hell.
Pulling chords as the universal song reaches a crescendo
And silence fills the hearts around me.
Their songs become mine.
A cacophony of discord thrashes throughout my being.
Water cannot quell.
Multiplicity adds duplicity and
Animosity gives way to virtuosity.
A note.

And my soul sings in the darkness of fate.