Inquiries of

            So many words display a movie reality across
my mind. The ways the damage can be diverse inside my
eyes. So clear are the emotions yet the only thing that is
placed are the silent screams that vibrate. Oh how I
just want to yell and still the quiet pieces of me, pull.

          How congenial all this plays to be. How clear the
common findings, travel deep inside memories. So
calm I sit as the howling laughter of irony finds a home.
Wedges and forming a welding piece of iron across
my shoulders.

         So here the scars are dragged across paleness.
Only to find streaks of redness instead. So cautiously I
allow a shallow breath to fall. To empty the craved sigh
into the cold, dark night. So sheer is the views but
who is watching, who is listening?

        Callous is the thought of a command. Entertain
the idea of a conversation but dare not speak of it in a
straightforward inquiries of matters. The concern, yes,
places a firmness but the opening question should not
be how, what was done.

      Oh here the beating of shortness dances across the
memory. Silenced only for a few moments, long
enough to breathe the hotness of quaking sounds. Oh
intended are the brightened steps of comedy but if
a laughter is released the ironic statue will break. The
shattering of emotions will tear and mind will expel
the tears from slates and almonds.

      Why then would you be entertaining the idea of
inquiry, you ask? Oh because the levels of
understanding piercing your being. Truly the weights
of need to follow up on kindness. Joined, though, in
bitterness by a sharp tongue, be weary that the mind
is hurting, throbbing.

      So clarity of a defined space only vibrates just how
hollow the soul is spaced. Careful of the treading. The
staking of claim to be who you are, can ravish the sigh.
Enhancing the tried and true smile. Dare, though, you
must if you know who you are to me.

     Come, stroke the time and carefully draw the answers
into the wind. I just may allow a giggle of joy to echo.

    Yet my question to you is: are you willing to cross
the fire to find the answers laying awake in the
linings of the padded emotions?