You spoke words of him
That i felt with no one.
The thoughts i placed
Were not mine to take.

You said his hips were close
You said your lips were there.
You said your chest met his
But your mind was elsewhere.

You spoke words of him
That leave me in wonder.
With a kind heart and soul
Why can’t you wander?

I’ m selfish to dream
Of the time his hips could be mine
Of the moment your chest heals mine
Of the day your lips meet mine

At a glance,
The Circumstance advances the feeling.
I take my stance,
With yet a glance in the other direction,

Enhanced by my retrospect,
With respect to the other.

I sit quietly in my introversion.
All while I build my newer version,
Averted to the adversions of the life I quietly observe.

Here I am.

~Robert van Lingen

Pulling a Rip Van Winkle seems appealing,
Though my time it would be stealing
Keeping me from dealing
With all of this feeling
That leaves me reeling.
But like an onion, I need pealing
To accomplish inner healing
Revealing rather than concealing
I find myself kneeling while congealing
My past I am repealing

Yearning for burning

A kind of returning

Unlearning learning

To fix my own kerning

Churning adjourning

My rebirth I'm earning

I will lean
But I will not fall
I will listen
But I will not call
I will speak
But I will not seek
I will observe
But I will not peek
Salvage my mind
Or
Prove me wrong
But I will not fight
I will not plunge into an unknown battle
I rather sit back and watch
For, on this ground, I hear bones rattle
Keep lying with your feeble smile
I know your cunning tricks
Just wait for a little while
Till they remove those plastered bricks
I will utter
But I will not shout
You will know why, soon
Coz, fingerprints are everywhere!


©sim