Momento Vivere

Wait and wait
Until it’s too late.
I think you used to think of me,
Maybe, in a different way.
There was a connection to fight;
An eager urge, a primal surge 
always caught in a bottom lip bite.
Was that in your line of sight?
I think we used to be at ease in a way we aren’t now that freedoms seize. 
Mellow to bright,
Blinding as first opening eyes to light;
I see and I’d like to hide.
I think of times that never were,
But could have been;
Things I’ve never said, 
But could still mean.
I think often of things that mean nothing:
The soft second of skin against skin,
The scent of cologne subtly swaying through the den,
A warm and relentless strum played by hands I’ll never know,
A self proclaimed throne inside layers upon layers of walls made of stone. 
I’d like to let it all go:
The solid sound of the same things on tv,
The way I laugh twice as loud at all the same jokes,
The absolute awareness of being almost a little too close,
The way you don’t seem to think very obviously of any of it,
And the desire to know if you’d dare be aware at all.

– E.B.

Selfish

I want to love,
To hold in my arms 
Unknowing existence;
To guide it
As it breathes,
Lungs ablaze with the air
Of passion,
Of pain,
Disdain.

I want to love,
To give everything for
Involuntary life;
To ensure survival
As it grows,
Bones aching with 
“What is the meaning?
Why exist?
Why persist?”

I want to love,
To be just so proud of
This unsuspecting,
Cornered soul.
To think just how lucky 
I am to have 
Burdened by breeding,
Intervening, 
Creating this being
Now fleeing the alteration-
Of-generations.

– E.B.

Don’t get me wrong, actual snakes are innocent

Snakes seduce,
So do you.
Slither slowly,
Writhe, and twist.
Strangling in plain view, 
Strangling submissive youth.

Smothered,
And desperate
Amidst a lack of air,
An unspoken truth 
Dies there.

Snakes mangle hearts
Constrict leisurely,
Grip and Conflict
Contorting with malice aforethought,
Contorting possible light, possible self,
Posterity.

Contorted,
And conditioned,
From a lack of care,
A child hides there
Scared and aware.

Snakes seize brains, 
So often unkind.
Spinelessly spinose,
Yet, 
“Of sound mind”.
They bind.

Bound day to day,
Obey. 
Relay.
Feel every blink of the eye, 
And crave the blue of every vein.


- E.B.

Where does anyone belong anyway?

Living the suburban dream!
Nothing but bills,
And heads filled with steam.
I wonder how I got here,
I wonder who I am.

Can’t get to rest,
Can’t put to rest 
The thought
That I don’t 
Belong.

Living not quite at ease,
Time to waste, 
Almost enjoy a breeze.
Anxious now to ponder,
What will this time bring?

In over my head,
How long have I been in bed?
Abandoned reckless abandon,
Though free to imagine,
Am I meant for other things?

- E.B.

Normalize the Abnormal

Normal doesn’t exist,
It is defined
By difference,
So be at ease!
Normal is
The clouds, 
And the sea.
Life is made to be diverse.
Explore who you are,
Turn over every star 
In this great universe,
And be at ease! 
Normal is
The birds,
And the trees. 
Embrace whimsy,
However you please.
Let your doubt dissipate,
Feel through to your needs,
And be at ease.
Know that 
“Normal” is only
The hills, 
And the breeze.

– E. B.