Geinos Äotsch

Veritas

Wrapping my head around new feelings
How much can I hold onto my own
Cerebral functioning in the presence
Of another who gives me want for
Emotions outside of my own self
My body is swollen with love
I have so much more to give after
Time spent being in such a presence
I believe we could solve the riddle
Of life together you are as strong
Or stronger than me consciously
I turn to you I agree I listen I bow
In empathy I believe you behold the
Answer before me I hear you listening to me
What is the difference between
Passionate love and friendship radiating
They are very different but somehow
Feel the same both traveling through
The body like a surge of electric joy
Likened to an energy boost from a drink
Although intangible it can be felt
He knelt before the moment to behold
It in its glorious wit and charm but
Also felt disarmed by his own mistrust
Not comprehending what the journey
Could become or wise for letting it unwind
On its own unraveling tenderly soft
And quiet because the trumpet he heard
Was loud and boisterously calling out to say:
“Don’t miss the chance like you always do!”-
But there was no need to rush or fumble
Where were we all going to anyway?
As if an apocalypse was heading fast
To hit our town in a cluster of
Asteroids but still nothing could stop the
Fussing or rushing to meet the moon and
Stars on time before the sun came up
One last chance to polish the throne
To stand at the foot of truth and still
Beg to be understood no not even then
For the question of love and friendship
Left him in a chaotic frenzy of ecstasy hoping
A fragment of foresight and wisdom
Would fall down from a crack in the sky
By way of Aletheia daughter of Zeus
She would definitively know what to do
Even when the earth shakes we still
Come out of the quakes wondering

Amazing

Aching to feel if I’m amazing
With flowered eyes that want
To come out from behind the mask
My psyche is cooking up a
Breakfast of reminders not to
Forget about the work and
Art performance of existence
What mask will you put on today
To present to the world that you are
Somehow amazing and different
Sequins and bunny ears strapped on
My face opalescent roses hooked at
The top of a cross diamond vest
Off-white terry cloth pants with
Mexicain pom pom garland or a
Suit and tie one with a panther
Catches my eye is that a tattoo
Of a kiss on my face or just makeup?
Or did someone actually
Leave that there for me to find later?
Maybe we wear them all together
I’m in a hurry I’ve got wheels
On my shoes but somehow the
Sound reminds me of slick bottomed
Chukkas or oxfords sliding down the
Multi-angled hallway with the momentum
A pair of superior woven dress socks
Might give you if you are rushing
To meet everyone in the building
And get back to the appointment
That you’re late for but also dancing along the way
Feeling like you’ll arrive just in time
To make everyone happy, they’re waiting!
Sophisticated and savvy
Satisfying them all dressed to the nines
But who are we when we are
Doing it all and which mask
Will I put on today?
Aching to feel if I’m amazing

Blindsight

To be sexy does it mean then
That we have to be seen?
Is it the voice? Does the body matter?
Do we have to view one another
To be attracted to each other?
Could I step into a room
Eyes closed hear the tone
Assess the energy sense you?
Could the fragrance of your skin
Be enough to know if we are
Simpatico and if so would
Seeing you take away from
Every ability to know that we
Are a perfect match because
My eyes would sketch a judgement
Of my attraction to you
Much faster than my other
Sensory if I was blindfolded
Isn’t that the extreme to see
If compatibility is all in the
Soul of the beholder…
If ever we chance to blindside
What rules would we need
To put in place to tick the things
That are an absolute must
If it wasn’t based on appearance
If we were talking heart to heart
Human to human could we
Find one another in a room
With nothing but us
Flowers on the grave
For the lovers we lost
Inescapably because we
Only got to know their face
First not their hearts

Articulate

Sacred woods were kept
Ancient prayers were said
Our foreheads pressed together
Reciting hymnal things
Barely awake and barely asleep
I was following directions
I knew the most powerful
Words had been spoken
I had repeated them as I was
Instructed to do so not once
But twice in an hour long gap
I stood up from the sitting
Arrangements to meet you
In the hallway heads in unity
Hair pulled back we slid down
To the ground slowly in harmony
Repeating the oracle chants
Never like this for this is the
Only time it is ever like this
And we repeat the resounding
Process again to confirm the
Treasure of its force an encumbrance
Of seance and spirit what sorcery!
To feel loved and connected
So deeply as the words seal
The echos through all time
Only like this ever this way
A matrimony of holy joy
In a peaceful reverence
That is the language of
Petroglyphs heard
Yet still unspoken

Second Guessing

Caught up in the druthers
Did we take it too far
Or just not far enough
I could be a lot less afraid
If you think the ocean’s deep
You should see my eyes
When they’re looking back
At you into your everything
Not too fast not too slow
Feels pretty expressive
Conveying how we feel
To one another sometimes
Even without words
Picking up on your signals
Attempts in sharing this
Experience with others to
Figure out somehow
What you were saying
If what I saw was real
If I leave it alone or
If I continue to share the story
And find out that
I should go back or
That I missed the first
And last chance or even more
That it didn’t matter really
Whatever we choose to
Spend time thinking about
How much what didn’t happen
Actually matters

Lovetail

The story of love must be told
Many times before it has been
Looked over and tossed around
I’ll just close my eyes for a minute
See if the maudlin moment passes
Shine my shoes and eat less
Brush my teeth early so as not
To be tempted by myself
Or is the temptation coming
From somewhere else!
O, no bother to run up and down
The stairs of my mind it’s always
A sane distance traveled
I haven’t had a cry out in years
Silent tears and sobbing at the
Loss of a loved animal is to be
Expected oh yes there was a wail
I spooked my coworker
Thought I should go home
But that wouldn’t bring my dog back
So I worked and hid my tears
Even from the other family members
I wanted to be strong for all of us
Once again the story of love
Absolutely must be told many times
And also in many different ways

Outside

I love the way the light glistens
From the artificial lamps
Outside after it rains on the
Black asphalt canvas
Every which way you turn your
Head is a different spectacle
Like the dark matter of the
Universe is looking back at you
Listening for the low hum
In the backdrop of fall morning
Wields a faint ocean-like roar
As if a lion is hiding around the
Corner waiting to devour us
Blinking lights in the distant sky
Remind me of taking a trip
To Thailand of course this
Could also be extraterrestrial
I’m not opposed as every morning
Coagulates a new planet and
A new beginning somewhere
There are dark moments
That dance with me in the
Coming attractions of
Celebrating the unknown
Inaudible messages

Wilted

I remember I was so angry
You could cut the tension
In the room with a machete
It would have been easier
Just to move on but I
Already felt so discounted
By you
I always thought someone
Or something would get in
The way knowing we would
Have our Ursula and I was
Shown in some other worldly
Way that the truth was coming
I had no way of knowing
It would be through me and
Not through you but
When a scissor comes to cut
The ceremonial rope
It doesn’t care what the
Ends are tied to
Not like we did
Not like I did

Not like we knew…
Treachery to be gilded past
And hesitations that were
At long last the end of the
Line that was thrown out
Into the abyss never foretelling
That the end was always waiting
To begin when the riddle of the
Pools of purple black and magenta
Swirled beneath us like a
Sinkhole in the sea of our
Once hoped for destinies

Rocking Chair

She never thought I was a good writer
Or really had anything worth saying
Worthy of her eyes to be read almost
Beautiful enough to look up from
Whatever was more important but still
Tragically not enough to remember or
Care that it happened “just not her thing”-

Accusations for adoption; what else?
And so I was born into a world that
Wished kidnapping by some genie
To have been dropped off generously
By a courageous stork in Bornholm
Where the roe deer and hares
Would be left to raise me still
Their ears would turn to listen
To my songs and echo my words
I suggest it might be like a Snow White
Situation although the dream was
Always that the mother would be
The understanding loving ear to
Listen through a channeled heart that could not
Preen itself without the caressing knowledge
For what the psalms of her boy
Would scribe but time passed on without a harp
And the web grew colder

And the need grew stronger
Bite clenched deeper for to pierce
The flesh of his soul was the only
Capable reaction he could query
Extract out from a lady who doth not hear
What rendered love wished to
Be heard in pure even from a rocking chair
The carpet or a tree if everything
Around her was that it could be
Beautiful except were it from me
No wonder the second guessing
Many years after lingered on

Tacos

Is it because we
Feel like we have less time
As we get older that we
Somehow lose the sense to
Live haphazardly?

Is it healthy to fantasize
About the possibility of a
Relationship that may or
May not happen in the future?

With somebody you know

Who cooks for someone
That doesn’t want to show up
To eat and what’s the point
Of making dinner for a person
That has no impulse to enjoy it?

I have a swim cap that might
Fit you if you’re afraid of
Getting your head wet or
Maybe you just want to swim
Faster than the rest of us

I feel idle when I’m just trying
On something new so I can
Feel differently in it for no one
But it could be that I’m trying it
On because I’m hoping to meet
You somewhere sometime
Somehow I’m not sure

It’s cheesy no?

You’re so unpredictable
I could think of a few reasons
That we should do this in order
Meaning if there’s dirty dishes
To be left in the sink and a
Place for everything perhaps
We might find out if there’s a
Spark when our lips are crossed

Then tacos