truce

in the midst of this battle

i refuse to surrender

and i fight with the past

as it appears to me 

to be a cruel enemy

i target things that happened

i surround circumstances

i attack bad luck

embarked in my destructive missions, though

i fail to realize

that my real contender has all this time been me 

and all the small and big choices

that brought me where i am

it is me i target, surround and attack 

and it is with me

i hope to finally end 

in a much needed 

sympathetic and forgiving truce

present

the only real way our  existence manifests
is in the present

now
is the only palpable time-frame we really inhabit

so, why obsess about what our memory retains?
why fear or wonder about the stuff that will or won't happen?

melange

a dream is a melange
of feelings
of both superficial and repressed
memories

a concentrated
experience
of past and present
fast and slow

there and gone in a breath

a dream is alive
but never  happens

it is in the mind
and the heart

it brings what we say we hate
into a loving moment

only to remind us
once awake
of what is gone forever
but never really gone

happy

happiness is not a big complex concept
it doesn't occupy too much space
it isn't expansive
or time consuming

when it is there
happiness is like a haze
a sprinkle that covers gently the surface
of even the most banal of circumstances

it is that simple feeling
that frosts any given evening
any silly movie
any walk
any goofy moment
spent with you