all of life
is a charade
a fancy game
we only play
when the fields
needn’t be cared for
or the wind needn’t
find way through your lips
to mine; and how sweet
those times when we would
sit there, and find ourselves
waiting for the next great thing
just to go back to the old;
i love you,
i love you,
i do;
and you are sun’s
radiance,
encompassed in
the ‘guise of
gravity
, falling,
free.
musings & scribbles
a stream
from spout
of wall,
falling all
to pool
‘neath/
‘bove the
cement
seat
where all sit, and
in the ‘flections, see
i a one
how open her eyes,
so green
in the clear
of stream/ and
we, in instance,
kiss
as she stays
still for
my reachings in and
we elope ‘fore we keep
eyes from anywhere
else.
I believe, wholeheartedly, the writer is but a makeshift way to live in some way not yet realized, but the words know, and they tell you where your mind may go, without so much as words being said, but known to/read, and through these lines I hope you see I’m here, I’m writing this and you’re taking time to change your world for me, if for a second, and I thank you, I thank you, I thank you for all you’ve done, as you’ve done everything hoped for, and nothing, nothing, nothing is as good as everything so long as nothing is seen to be and something’s left for you to prosper in me, and no, yes, maybe you’ll hold these, some words and ways, repeated, felt, but not released, except in form, as nothing, every/some and more follow some malignant path not seen, but all’s well and you’re now free, if for a moment, from the likes of me.
quickening now,
the sidebar squints
to read all that’s being said;
the careless blocks,
placed ever so,
blank but what’s to be read.
In a time of need, one brings about a sense of change; from a split-sided conversation of self, a looking at things as though they are, to the notification of the mind toward the nuances of everyday experiences brought about by the turbulence of thought, bringing from a spiral-globe to radiation, spread through structure, through light and air and all of one’s skin, toward a sense of self, so adorned by worldly passings, as to be fully engraved, yet unmarked, if one merely wishes to turn and shed the writ of birthed and born mentalities.
i always thought
i’d wrestle alligators,
lock a crocodile between
the ground and these two
massive arms– i always
thought i’d be like Steve,
that He was in all of Us
for we can just
view and see
the only way to be
is fearless.
and i think that’s the beauty of a mass entity;
being able to show, through several means,
the way in which another has affected us so,
and how all of us, we, are in debt to a man,
a person who, from all societal views, is a master
among mere mortals.
Opened lips
searching for
a meaning in
this light, and though
they find a purpose, they
release a breath to breeze
and search for more.
Who holds the secret
of this life, when all
we see is what we’re in
and nothing else really shows
until we stop and see
all that’s slow/all that’s sped
from these eyes, these–
Who holds the secret
to how to live this way
when we’re not even sure where
we are– are we even here,
or are we somewhere else entirely?
are we already in-know of this place
or are we so far away to fold
ourselves over and hope we’re
halfway close– halfway close–
halfway to a view of entirety?
Keep all you’ve done
and hold it close to
those you hold closer than
the air about you
and hold it close to
all you’ve been and where you’ve
yet to be, for you
will know one day
you take that with you
in a spirit, a
means by which you
are known from
here, are given
from this, life, to
Thee, He, She, They
who are yet to be, and
though you see
only what it’s been, you’ll
know soon how
much they are
when opened to the air and let
sift through sky–
how
beautiful the light
when caught within a sight
of buoyed ‘testines
clattered ‘mongst the candle
and all that’s seen is
matter, and nothing ever does.
shit’s been lacking recently. need a new notebook.
and a random link.
taking
the same
road
again
& again;
the one
where
she slid,
i came
& she needed
help
if just
for the
night;
and where
she
needed me
more
but all i gave
was poor advice