When Men Cry

                    When Men Cry

dry tears across renounced years
their sewn visions of stillborn
chances visited, again and again,
often uncalled and smeared, but
always celebrated, mourned, then
worn as trophies of yester fears
won over like a sun glossing 
over its void, only to return
still uncalled and stern.
Witnesses of the rebirth of
immaculate misconceptions,
those tears fester unclaimed,
but by actor and fan,
still wild and untamed,
like tellers of myths can,
men cry only to unlearn.

Save me but one "Omni'a"

                        Save me but one "Omni'a"

To feel all that was meant to be felt,

to dream what no one has yet to gleam

from that smile, that spell,

and all that which by my way was sent.

To share all that was meant to be shared,

in health and in that proverbial ill,

dared, or forever frozen,

hiding scared, and lullybied to nil.

To see all that was meant to see,

moments and epochs freed,

from light, from distance and from time,

where your colors are...but one rhyme, that is mine.

To wish all that was meant to be wished,

that is you, late in fate...my climb and my fall.

What is left to fear?

but the loss of one omni'a, that is "all."

Purple Fate

                            Purple Fate

Stowed between this moment and the next,
I learned not to wait,
for this fading love, or that owed hate.
Come as you may,
for I forgot how to weigh,
this loaded stay, this pray,
and all along this faceless way.
Can you hear me,   
dear?
Will you, in a moment, in a year?
which you could not steer,
nor I, to be clear.
We're both here,
stowed, strode, and almost near.
Is it our fate?,
their broken promise?,
or just us,
not knowing,
how to be little,
or great.