..and i let him..

no thing brings out the writer in me so well as male induced angst
"he drives me crazy... and i let him"

..'neath the weight of my own making..

underneath the toppling tower that terrifies
trembling beneath the great growing gravity
ever pulling downward, pushing downward
pebble by particle by pearl
bubble by bead by bit
sands stacking, propelling descent
heave, gasping for even a waft of
incandescence, radiance, beacon or blaze
breeze, ventilation, or some small suggestion
of anything other than continually falling, failing beneath the weight of my own making

is was will be

wonder if everyone does this
torturing with pictures
of you
of us
us that never is was will be
and so drone on
just another one
one
singular
is was will be
singularly equipped with dwelling not daring since such an hour; a glimpse was given
uncov'ring that which once so carefully tucked beneath the layers of cool has since burst forth with the thrust and opposition previously unbeknownst to a conscience mind
looking at you looking back, but whats inside - dare not know
rather listlessly wander through the passages of mind that outline the chapters wherein the flicker of is was will be still live