Spinning

Truth turns into maybe

And yes is an honest foundation

Candor and an open “it’s possible”

knows an in between

that reality can see through.

In the middle there is an admission

That gives away the bare minimum

And when pressed to veracity

Absolute tenacity in the throws

Of honesty covers up for the

Sake of modesty.

In all the “no’s”

I’ve ever known I’ve come

To this principled conclusion

We are stuck in what actually happened

And while we lay before us

That which is to come

We are bound by what may be.

A Possibility

Vivid like a daydream

I see an open glaring dazzling

Piece of tomorrow stuck is

“Whatever” and “I’m open to anything”.

I’ve too much virtue to be mad.

I’m too sick for anger.

so  with an honorable head nod

I acknowledge that a saint is a sinner

Who keeps on trying

Turns the tides of redemption

Stretched out like the horizon

Providing the timing for my

Personal anthem

That even the wicked get

More than they deserve.

In that chorus I pull

Out these three words

You weren’t enough.

Possibly it’s impossible

You ever could have been.

I could not bring the sum

Of words in total

Stacked on each other

To solid foundation us.

For I like it shortened.

I cut corners.

I fiddled with the wording.

And I am not surprised that

In the end

We could not properly stage

An authentic sincerity

 so we

were uninspired to even act

Like normal people.

Truth grows into wisdom.

And even though dishonesty

Tends to be more reliable

The next time I’m around a

“your lovely” and “your mine”

honor dictates I believe it.