Midnight Wanderings


“At midnight I had always been metamorphosed into a solitary, estranged wanderer.”
— Anaïs Nin


At midnight the mask comes off and I stand so naked that I am unseen. Unseen by the expectations of the day people I can be more truly myself and get lost in my shadows for hours with no fear of expectation. The freedom is welcomed even if it is a solitary pursuit for any companion in my wanderings will project a mask on even the most naked of faces comprised of who they have known me to be and even more odious who they wished me to be that I were not. In the morning world, I wake to my day life and the layers and layers of motley and machier form upon me but the night’s wind never wholly disappears.


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A Fool Not Adverse to His Poem


“I learned to love the fool in me. The one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes & loses often, lacks self-control, loves & hates, hurts & gets hurt, promises & breaks promises, laughs & cries.”
― Theodore Isaac Rubin


I walk into walls
to hear the laugh
I joke in church all the time
A practical jest at the funeral
A fly swimming in the wine


I play the clown at times of love
I cry when it has to end
It’s not a surprise that I spend most my time
in that old zone known as friend


I’ve felt the pain of memories
shared in times of drink
I’ve paid the tab cheerfully
I’ve spent nights in the clink


Yet far too often I’m alone
spent far too nights in my head
I’ve found myself often yearning for life
and sometimes I yearn to be dead


Still I’ll show you my laughter
The clown with a tear is cliché
I’ll use my pain as fuel for the tales
I someday will relay.
— G A Rosenberg


Blessings, G


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