No Place

If you decide you have no place for me in your life

I have no place for you in my thoughts

The writing, the ten minute cycles of ponder

The creep of what I might have done, said

To change the outcome

Burn into a vault of prohibited food

For one does not feed the dead

To do so diverts nutrients  

Anger from the trick to make me care for you

To approach and tell me of your affinity and fear

Each intimate as either is behind the barrier of the casual

Caring and inviting

So that in your exit I find my nascent faith departed

My poetry, words, images inspired offered worse than losing love

This was hope scalding in my guts bubbling aspiration

To taunt me with the ideas of what could be

As if a man dreaming was to make him a thief

Attempting to traverse in lands only he saw

As if you did not expend the mental energy

To imagine the folds of my being

I reached to you in humble supplication in efforts to bond empathetically

To offer space for deliberation and in this the haughty rise of every word

On my page shrinks me child-like to the maturity of your silence

As if not wanting is the throne of God immune to the human soul-ache

Pulsating in the universe to notice, to give a damn

That these moments pass never to be regained in such swift succession

Towards an ever impending termination of the vessel of our bodies

So it is you mock the pinnacle of a soul’s exaltation in a man’s whisper of connection

Running in silence to cast him as impertinent to the masquerade

I want my want back and so I take it into my dominion

To not wonder your habitation, your constant photographs to fans

Assuming a persona compensating for what you chose not to offer

As you live behind your ruled-locks and feather keys flying into the darkness

I prayed to you with rain of kindness, empathized the possibilities of grief

And received the arrogant blockade as if I was the dust of shoes shook 

You have no place for me in your life

I have no place for you in my thoughts

My place it’s the no place

My image is without face

I leave into the divinity of breathing

Exhaling the ego of attempting to change you

Though wishing you thought differently

I wipe this face into the universe

Whole in thought to be in the present

Of direction casting past as shed skin

Living in the fires of the no place

The image of the no face

In love with everything in the present

But not you as a severed parcel

For to see you as an individual as of now

Flushes pains I must cast aside

So in you must reform into the whole

Knowing you have no place for me and I must un-choose

The image of your words and body must fade

Into the no place