Monday, May 26, 2008

usually



usually won't won't want what will wants
as will will will what won't wills
however when won't wills what will wants
as well will wants what won't wills
trouble shall ensue



usually
~ NoxAlio ~

Thursday, May 22, 2008

i(i



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s
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k re
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ll
us

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s
is
ee



i(i
~ NoxAlio ~

Friday, May 16, 2008

i do not mind

i do not mind
your mind in mine --
i like that in fact

(as i hope
you don't mind
in yours mine)

there you shall find
the me in mine
close to you

as well the you -- i hope i find --
in yours close to me
as mine



i do not mind
~ NoxAlio ~

Saturday, May 10, 2008

proclivity and predicament



languor,
dejection,
ennui
and apathy.

hesitation,
reluctance,
apprehension
and obscurity.

pang,
affliction,
strife
-- predicament.

bind,
chagrin,
worriment
and melancholy.

fluster,
reserve,
dilemma
and vivacity.

love,
life,
persona
-- proclivity.



proclivity and predicament
~ NoxAlio ~

Friday, May 9, 2008

draw



draw
me your way
(now)
as
i
draw
you my way
(how)
in
bright reds
and
in
steel grays
on
ivory parchment
or
finest of papers
in
boldest strokes
and
softest calks
with
images clear
and
fuzzy works
to
call
you my way
(how)
as
you
call
me your way
(now)
in
sweetest verses
and
strongest prose
you've drawn
me your way
(dear)
and
i’ll
draw
you my way
(near)
...
now



draw
~ NoxAlio ~

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

fiction




figments and felicities,
fragrances and fantasies.
phantoms, fairies,
facades and ecstasies.

designs and destinies,
elephants in pink,
guises and disguises.
potions to drink.

reflections in mirrors,
vanishing cares,
atlantis and arcadias
and lasting pairs.

auras, karmas,
moiras and masks,
castles in the air
and selfless tasks.

pink spiders,
white rabbits,
red herrings,
no habits.

joy,
tranquility,
love,
and harmony.



fiction
~ Noxalio ~

Is happy



Is
happy
to
sad
as
glad
is
to
mad?
Or
is
happy
simply
unsad?
Then
glad
is
unmad
and
it
stands
to
reason
that
unhappy
is
verging
on
mad.


Is happy
~ NoxAlio ~

Is Order Better

is chaos bad and order better
as when we sit to pen a letter?
true it seems in ordinary things
but order may have the shorter wings
for at times disorder mothers insight
when darker corners are bathed in light
as fleeting moments and flickering thoughts
cast attention toward forgotten spots.
it may be true that order is better
but on occasion one might surrender
to the jagged whims of the other,
you know the one, not order

Is Order Better
~ NoxAlio ~

To Love You Now Is Impossible



days are ablaze with confusion billowing doubt and haze
left to stumble like the drunk in his permanent daze
though in times of clearer climes enough to see your face
traced with glee and gentle smiles laden with love and grace
for a moment warms the heart erasing the must and greys
with impunity messenger comes to announce "this won't stay"
lost it seems in foiled dreams while living day by day
in desperate need of rose colored shades to power through the grey
secure i stay with the knowledge that my love for you can grow
but to love you now is impossible for circumstances make it so


To Love You Now Is Impossible
~ NoxAlio ~

A Funny Thing



it's a funny thing solitude -
when surrounded by the multitude
it may seem absurd at times.
to some painful - blissful to others,
a bit of both to me - i think.
crowds arouse a sense of flight
but when the quiet rings too loud
desires for the crowd abound.


A Funny Thing
~ NoxAlio ~

Not Despite



i love you
for your faults
not despite
as some
for there i find
you as you
and i hope
you too
love me
for mine
... despite

Not Despite
~ NoxAlio ~

I Live To Live

i live
to live
simply
give to
give, to
no gain
other than
to be,
to live
simply
thus able
to love
to love
and to
love to
be loved
simply.

I Live To Live
~ NoxAlio ~

Monday, May 5, 2008

Are Sunsets Fairer



are sunsets fairer than noon-time skies
or is their beauty in our eyes
with promises of coming nights
when lights are dimmed and passions rise
at the looming hour of beasts and prize
in bursts of scarlet and pink surprise?

when we focus on the breeze
do we hear or just surmise
the distant moans and lustful cries
of dreamy deeds and little lies
in muted voices and resonance
accompanied with countless sighs?

when it dips across the line
while the brilliance starts to fade
as the images drift away
should we think that beauty's dead
or the promises that were made
were induced by the color red?

Are Sunsets Fairer
~ NoxAlio ~

Though The Tide Was Low



though the tide was low in the morning glow
off in the distance all in a row
they sat in wait for the perfect swell
wearing their suits black, snug and narrow
they gently swayed with the ebb'n flow.

in pairs, threes, the occasional four
they passed the time recounting the lore
of thrills they had and the friendships made
of yesterday when the sea gave more
and the ones they rode right to the shore.

as the morning waned, the light got bright
and the waiting flock practiced their flight
the rising breezes from distant shores
sculpted the chops in their line of sight
they bade farewell till later that night.


Though The Tide Was Low
~ NoxAlio ~

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Just Another Day




seven, seven oh seven is just another day,
numerically interesting - significant in no other way,
nothing special really, a day of work or play.
in wintry places rain will fall - trees will sway
and in other parts there shall be no grey.
some will weep, some will not, others go away,
the hungry shall suffer and the greedy shall not
but in the end the sun will set in a spectacular way
reminding us today was special indeed - as was yesterday.

o o o - - - o o o

Just Another Day
~ NoxAlio ~

Saturday, May 3, 2008

and though i still am



and though i still am,
especially in here -
my mind -
i ask how this can be
when the ones i've had
hardly seem to have been
substantially mine -

just as yesterday
and every each preceding,
when space and time
were unwinding
and memory receding
with all notions of me
in mine.

so shall they be mine,
the tomorrows
and the nexts,
in due time?
or then, once again,
shall it seem they have been
substantially not mine?



and though i still am
~ NoxAlio ~

Again Never Again



Choosers of paths less traveled, us,
come upon scenes not faced often,
customary wisdom helps us not,
blunder and stumble we must.

No texts as guide for us,
on occasion we fall, get hurt,
'never again' we mutter
as we right ourselves.

But anew at the next juncture
the untrodden path we take,
falling down once again utter
again 'never again'.

Again Never Again
~ NoxAlio ~

Thus Life Goes On






'Tween doubt and certainty
rests reality.
Not restful, mind you,
unlike tranquility --
a pendulum of sorts
tempered by gravity,
powered by anxiety.
When certain, doubt pulls --
certainty pushes when doubtful.
Thus life goes on
... continually.

Thus Life Goes On
~ NoxAlio ~

can i be true and mine at once



can i be true and mine at once
as you are true and yours and mine
you twice as true as i dare in mine
i true sometimes yet yours in mine
can i be yours and here at once
as you are there and yours yet mine
you twice as far as i care out there
i here yet there in yours and mine
can you be mine and true at once
as i am yours thus true in mine
i twice as near as i can from here
you here and there but barely mine
can i be true and yours at once
as you are true and yours and mine


can i be true and mine at once
~ NoxAlio ~

not certain, resolute



not certain, resolute
not (pensive and
reluctant)
morning, noon and all

not cold, starved
not (well and
fortuned)
summer, winter and still

not tattered, worn
not (staunch and
able)
mind, body and more

singular, common
not (bright and
humored)
then, now and again

wary, peaceful
not (restless and
anxious)
morning, noon and all


not certain, resolute
~ NoxAlio ~

Remedy Not Required



Had i drunk last night
the awful feeling
this morning
would have plain cause,
simple remedy.

This manner of Hangover,
if you've had you know,
is companion with two.
Loneliness
and Ache.

At quiet times acute,
subsides as the world awakens
and intrudes upon their feast
in the heart,
drowning their drone.

A winter storm,
as soon as it passes,
the shine and cheer that follow,
though essential and welcome,
are vanquished by the next.

The cure is plain you know
but for reasons unknown
hard to attain in these times
of instant exchange
lacking in material form.

You, who hold another,
gaze directly in the eyes,
touch a hand and hand be touched,
caressed hair, lips kissed,
remedy not required.

Remedy Not Required
~ NoxAlio ~