Another Weary American Soul

We Must Ask

Too many times I make friends to lose and make new ones again.

Questions, questions, question and another …
Where have all the good ones gone?

Questions seem so like a giant candle of wax

Some should never be asked.

Passed the point of guarded ignorance

Sharp as an easy gliding pen, well, what’s the point?
We’ve spent ten thousand years

Guessing, guessing, and acquiesing
What are we doing here?

Smoke rises 
In the clear and heady air

My thoughts mercilessly match
 this tiny thing between my skins …
Burn it down to nothing.

All I have are questions unresolved and motives so devised
All I have is skin and blood.

Deriving rationalization from universal inquiries

Questions and Emotions and my reason for being balances somewhere between
To uncertain Devotion,
 my beliefs and the ability to proceed -

Wavering in the wind on the tightrope I walk

With all my weight steady myself to cross …

Still first steps my feet deftly delay.

Emotions so like a flicker in the fog …

Do I act or should I ask, a brief flickering light offers the refrain

No, no, no, no time to think!

Take a walk across the ice or stay the same

Safely sitting next the fire’s flame.

Safely sitting next the fire’s flame.

Stephen Michael Capelli

A New Beginning, A New End

Somewhere in Southern Maryland: 2009.

Stephen Michael Capelli

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Should we be afraid to sink
I am not afraid to think our lives
Would not be worth the swim.

I need to sink
In attach to myself and let go of skin appearances.
Even in my muddiest attempts at wildest dreams,
My soul stirs in vain for a state that remains only an illuminated unrealized Thought -
A content being, A complete soul.
Inside the most important.

Dreams I dream I should dream no more.
If there is one thing I know more soundly than silence itself,
It is the unrelenting indifference of Time tied tightly to all the self can not Bury.

And so it is with the sound of my voice
I bring my Spirit to sing the thoughts which will not be confined to only me.
They must not be allowed to sink in instead
They should be spread carried aloft for others to see.

And so it is in this that it is my endeavor.

All the endless cycles we draw over and upon with only the slightest hint

Of our pen minds, when picked up only then grazing the place where

Perhaps Enlightenment is to be enlisted -

In a breath amongst breaths reaching the rarely sought but sorely needed
Moment much longer than what it seems … . clarity.

I am nothing but thinking perfectly sane,
The greatest of poets have versed the same.

We should be thankful to find ourselves on the brink of chaos,
For it could only go two ways being far for the best no matter which

Turn it takes it takes its turn … takes its time.

Either sink either swim
A new beginning, A new end.