The Birth of Versus

Sideways, backwards, twisted inside out

all I've known turned over to doubt

Longways, short cut, father but near

every direction comes closer to fear

Taken by strangers, outcasted from friends

all over roads will begin where they end

Questioned believers, put faith in deceit

the truths they disclose will diverge where they meet

Then when I found a place to call home

I realized the door was blocked off with stone

Wounded by trying to dig my way in

I mastered the games I must forfeit to win

Upwards, downwards, moving about

always heading away from the safe route

Climbing and falling, front at the rear

every move brings me father from here

Let there be light

An idea breaks through the confusion looming,
clouds of thought momentarily shift and light shines at just the precise time
a fleeting fancy presents itself,
illuminated enough to see it and it sticks.
It is so rare that these forces align.
Mostly I try to forget enlightenment,
it brings with it too much responsibility, to do,
and regret when left undone,
too much to let go but not enough to hold on to.
In the end, just another opportunity dead
and a promise left over to mourn.
He says "Why can't this be enough?"
So I thought what would be wrong writing a little,
dare I say poetry? Yuck. How conceited!
No, verse, a daily testimonial
of darkness and light, what is and isn't,
verse, vice versa. Just some thoughts that come
through--they could deserve some words, why not?
I may create a clearer illusion of whoever I am,
in the light, it might be enough.