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That itch

That itch

When time come slowly, I
I just try get out its way;
When time go faster, I
I just try remember’ when…

When time come slowly, I
I just try get out its way;
When time go faster, I
I just try remember’ when…

When that itch come, slowly on,
I just try get words in order, right;
When that itch come, faster now,
I just try get words down at all.

Love is what you need, wheth’ you
Wheth’ you know you need or no’; wheth’ you
Wheth’ you know a need’s not want, but
But you know the difference hard t’see.

when the silence of the mouth.txt

when the silence of the mouth
leads to shoutings of a mind,
may you not be lost in thought,
but found by word,
on page or tongue–
those most liberating ways
of untangling ourselves.

“We,” when one.

“We,” when one.

We held hands outside my parent’s house,
Hoping the night would keep us from the world
And we could chase the sun’s shadow together.

We saw the falling of the queen’s star,
Giving us the unique which can be common
And the

As my body’s blocks fell,

As my body’s blocks fell,
Tumbling

you effortlessly pulled
Them out of air,

My body,
Blocks but rounded,
Tumbles from itself.
And you,
Softest hands & eye,
Sweep me up by palm,
Placing head ‘low heels.

If I did not receive joy from commenting on the rain,

If I did not receive joy from commenting on the rain,
If I did not wait for the words to come,
If I hung my head in defiance of that high order,
If I followed a path set for me and not one I created,
If my logical mind took over the duties of a reverent soul,
I know where I would be:
I would not be here.

I have that

I have that
Good vibe
Goin’ through my head,
Runnin’ into walls.

I have that
Good vibe
Pacin’ through my heart,
Fallin’ into scars.

I felt something right
Before you said it’s
So wrong how far
Apart we live when
Being in the same home.

I fought the past to
Say I can grow a
Little more with
Each day, but
Life reminds
Us of who
We are.

You

You
Fidget in air,
Holding
Still
Only to be lifted,
Twisted
By an unseen rail.

Gliding by seconds,
Falling, flying,
Widening wings
To fit on breeze.

Hah!
You sway on strings unseen,
Posturing to keep me from your home,
Friends, food, or stomping grounds,
Yet I must mow.

How mundane

How mundane
The situation, life,
Where the exceptional
Ability of awareness
Forgets itself,
If only to be remembered.

Grief. An unwanted annual,
Holding tight its lips
In spite of chatter.

I fall for you

I fall for you
In the afternoon;
I realize
How much you do
To catch my eye,
To keep my hand
By your side,
And our minds
Forever ours.

How sweet battlefield of breeze

How sweet battlefield of breeze
Throws patterns against a white-washed sky,
With speck’d splatterings of grey-blood
Leading mind to wander in thought
Of life, slow-crawled to march o’er globe.

In contrast, wet green of Arbor leads me stay
To fight Gravity and her many anchors here.

Life is but a monumental painting, where brushes care not of color, but carry them relentlessly.

musings & scribbles