something more than nothingWithout assuming anything, aspirations travel tentativelysomething more than nothing
as the moon dips across the sky
and lightly kisses the calm waters.
Without assuming anything, I'm sporadically inclined to be exceptional, lightly pulsing to a beat within the soul or an odd tempo, which might be the very thread of nature in our bones and
Without assuming anything, I am either dreaming
of irradiant skies or breathing deeply, lest the hungry disguise melts and turns me angry, though...
without assuming what is and what is to be... torn apart and
clan of the can and the can'tDaring them softly while they murmur their prayers, daring them quietly all to sleep. The clan of the Can and the Can't are just imps that sneak in to alter our lives.clan of the can and the can't
It is Father, and Mother and Sister and Brother and best friend and boyfriend- and that girl at the park. They tell about Hell and they c
so highdeliberately entwined by the glue on the hot tin roofso high
birds' feet sticking to the troubles
in my head
scalpel pursuing the sticky strings,
meant to capture all the tainted things
while fairy wings are fluttering, straining away from capture.
it's a sordid sort of finicky and festering fiends seeping so softly through my skull.
today, todayThere are so many ravinestoday, today
to cross on the way to the cliff-drop; and drop down, drop fast, drop earnestly, drop with the intent of dying.
Today we are so tired
of peers and pressure suppression, possession awkward anvils weighing down our coattails. Tomorrow we will not be breathing.
The storyline is life and death. The climax is forever dwelling on "Should I presently resuscitate or reiterate my need for grave-fresh dirt?" An
SpiritRushing, pulsing fire-stars, Thundering through my veins. In this state of courageous mind, I become a point of focus- I become a ladder to power, I-Spirit
Feel the heat singing from my eyes. This core of being; Dragon’s soul.
So throw away all that is timid and light, Reach daring, be honest, seize striving-might blind- Flaming white from my palms, Seas surmounting behind, Morphed to a wolf’s soul, so selfless, so right . . . Dare to summon this windstorm, Throw open your will. Surge on with a star-burning rightness beside.
I
Time
an honest day's businessI've been circling truth is a circle and truth's been circling too (long) like my reach spanning decades as grasping is collapsing despondent displays of handcrafted delicate situationsan honest day's business
been busy with work and busy
working on nothing
hopin' for erosion of her
otherwise fertile soil
but our
hearts are a trap- door with its own trap- door on its own (heart)
always hard up for something and always hardly
up
| I'm not a poet, but sometimes I breathe words. |
pretend this is a journal entry
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