Reinvigorated
Reinvigorated …
Reduced to nothing here but numbers,
We are Interchangeable, paper lovers,
I remember when I was something, and the moment when I lost myself
Now I feel like all the others,
I’m shapeless, muted, no colors,
I’d breathe if I could feel, I’d dive right in if I knew the depth.
The still point here is my lone existence
A place arrest and I will keep our distance
A space in respite where standing abandons its coexistence
Sometimes I sit here just keeping quiet
In spare time batting back my weary eyelids
Subconscious dreams they smack my conscious mind and I stand in reminiscence
So down the passage that I did not take
Where memories I lost are now awake
And dreams are dreams where scenes of life are undistinguished as of yet
Some people equate their way back home
With outlines made of cobblestones,
Some see the dirt of their sad regrets, not knowing how to push reset
Yet off a whim, I circle past the block
Afraid to approach the doors and knock,
I wonder… if I’ll be lost for good, if no one ever understood
An only child I am with a sad complex—
Those lonely nights convened on front porch steps
I’d feel empathy if I only could most nights I’m entombed on that wood
The crux of life is pain and glory,
Beneath the clouds, the rain is pouring
The sounds of strife and cracks of lightning plowed into my soul
I wade here a while unsure of cause
To forge ahead or endure a pause
To accept this life, embrace the flaws, before the vortex accepts me whole
I am not the famine of the boat
Nor the gift of falsifying hope
Nor shoulder or sleeve for which to cope, I realized that while sinking down
I am not the liquid just like water
I knew I had to be a little stronger
Hold out a little longer, the plunge had me still thinking how.
Like the ocean water adopts the night
And the waves caress through pebble’s flight
Like crescendo notes prolonged, I am the ripple, my echo long
Immersed by water I jump and fly
I’m lost no more beneath the sky,
as lyrics fade from this tragic song, I feel at last, like I belong.
Embrace the smell of precious air
The days of joy and sad despair
The affairs of being in control, the fathoms of the world I trolled
I am glad I opened up the door
To worlds I never knew before
and disturbed the dust upon the bowl, that piece of heaven that I stole.
And shook the leaves upon the tree
Then slammed old doors and broke the key
I watched the leaves as they fluttered down, in vibrant reds and dirty browns,
upon the ground so happily,
Each one accepting their apogee,
they ebbed then birthed right from the ground, seeds of joy left me spellbound.
Today I am a suit and tie
Tucking in and slim and really fly
I wear myself with confidence, so cognizant of conscious bliss
I belong to where I am right now
In any place and every town
An exercise of common sense, accepting all your compliments.
- Empty Monolith - June 28, 2020
- Stage Fright - June 1, 2020
- How the Monarchs Were Silenced - May 7, 2020







I love these expressions of what it is to be human, the doubts, the triumphs and the reality of this journey of learning and experience. Some truly memorable phrases here and so well rendered, Paul. Love your work my friend.
Thank you so much Tony, I’m glad you enjoyed it.