Gazing

I lost myself in the clouds today,
in the sweeping of its woolen wisps
over the brilliant glitter of the moon.
I must have looked foolish,
standing with my mouth agape,
my body stilled by the current above.
I would have stood there longer
except it made me want to cry,
having a moment too full to carry alone.
Absorbed in plans and payment,
people passed me with grins or maybe scowls.
I don’t really know.
To me, they were only shadows
dashing from corner to corner.
I felt then that I could love anyone there,
if only they could share the sky with me,
sit upon the cold cement and fly.

Michael Texeira




Confused

The guilty whine from overhead
Tells me that clouds have died,
Painted their empty sins
On the soul of modern man.

I’m left staring at the wind
Passing grey and needless
Through the littered halls
Of lady Gaia’s aged perfection.

Physicists know that its okay,
That everything, regardless of politics,
Is working just as it should…
This is how it works.

I know too, now, that complaints
Are just sounds of fear,
Expelled to keep the sightless one,
The future, in its hole.

And yet it never peeks out
Not for an instant.
Why bother fearing
Nothing?

I tried explaining how past
Was myth and future lies,
But debunking ancient safeties
Is like fusing separate minds.

The same thing?

My hands look foreign at times
But I never cry about it
Because crying about the profound
Is an insult to oneself.

There is only one self.

I love you.
I love all of you.
But I am not you, nor you me.
Revel in that even as you walk, like me, in place
From the back of the room to the end of the hall
Past the past, through the future, seeing relatively nothing at all.

-Michael Texeira




Fissure

John Lennon tells me stories
In his songs, which
I’d like to believe
But can’t anymore.
Unity, peace and love
Are beautiful. But I can’t
Be sure they’re True. See…
This fissure drives me ever open
Until unity is a myth peace a dream
And love, an earthquake breaking me open.

-Michael Texeira