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Why Not?

Why do I take a beautiful moment
And make it less because I didn’t do more
Do I have to be aware of what I
Haven’t done as if my body knows
I’m giving up on a moment just
To settle the score with it
Alternately missed at being special
Just as it is. A remarkable thing.

Work until I die that’s the vibe
Why sit around in one place
My spirit was not built like this

Beating at the drum of
Yourself because to do more is better
A tally is kept and you remember
You forgot something or did it
Incorrectly I’d rather celebrate the
Accomplishments of getting to
Where we are now because
There will be discouraging
Even seemingly evil hurtles
Along the road to wake up to
Everyday what I could’ve done
Is a crime that supersedes
The purpose of what most would
Hope to acknowledge as

A meaningful existence

Once Upon a Tree

We learn to question everything
And children just don’t do that
I made eye contact with a little girl
She mirrored all the gestures
She made the exact same faces
That I made to her
Discomfit
Rather than always moving stuff
Moving minds
Wizards always keep their promises
Or so I’ve been told and the story
Goes like this…
Once upon a time
There was a dark and hollow tree
That was so big you could
Climb in and yes in fact
You could fit three squeezing
Down the trunk brushing up
Against the wood to smell
The musty bits of earth in
Ancient musk and vetiver
A tiny pin hole light would lead
You to a wide and open room
That looked well kept and
Smelled deliciously of
Applesauce and soup
In the air the dust of cinnamon
On the floor a polished stone
Hardwood chairs carved from
The roots of which the tree
Has firmly stood and in the corner
Of the cave-like looms surroundings
There sits a long grey haired Divine
Who tells the truth about your past
And opens doors for future times
All the questions that you have
As an adult here can be asked
And the childhood you once had
If feeling free is ever-last
So find the tree deep in the woods
When you are caring much too much
In your dreams you’ll seek the
Map in which to carry on the path
Let your subconscious lead the way
And if at first you lose your step
Try again tomorrow night
Or in the middle of twilight
There is no rush to get you there
But to unleash adult despair
Would be the goal if one there was
In such a circumstance because
To feel so free as like a child
Who cares no more about the
Files, bills… and trials
You’ll find something special there
Awaits you even so if lost
Along the way, but still has always
Been inside you from the moment
You became

Delicious

Obviously the goal is to
Leave something behind
What if to be legendary
A nugget of truth a permanent
Extension of an existence
That lusted for the answer
Called out to by itself
There is now only however not
Much time left destiny has designed
To hand off the rest of its clock to
Do something remarkable
Before it’s all gone
In each stitch we find
Another question
For when we die
Will we have it to look back on
Will it matter or will it shatter
Into a thousand meaningless pieces
For someone else to pick up
And perhaps make sense out of
In the perfect sandwich

Line by Line

Is it impatience that’s the culprit
What should get us into trouble
Or people who do not follow through
To help as they desired to would?

Could we not wait a moment longer
If we have prolonged this entire time?

Watch my heartbeat race and
My pulse go up when I see her name
The trauma is real reaction deliberate
This cannot be faked well knowing
I am a sensitive but bad at closing
The gate because people pleasing
Is ingrained in my nature

Relier les points un par un
Dig into the meaning and
Get the job done!

I love the way the sun falls down here
Lizards and birds are almost friendly
Even the tiniest mourning dove
Seems differently sweet and I
Crave nothing more than to rescue
The rocks that are mortared here
Each piece put in place
Is more outstanding than
Anything I’ve ever aligned
It all portends well to become
A stronger skeleton when roasting
The oven is hot and the food
Is nourishing even the dragonflies
Are delighted in knowing that life is not
Broken like love, it can exist anywhere
On the planet if it’s wanted

Evaluation

Fighting to thrive
To make something of this life
I feel it burning from beneath
And still I cannot seem to reach
The truth that says
In conclusion
“You are not alone.”

Appearing that I feel
As if I’m not doing enough
In order to protect
Any mental rebuff
I create a shield
I form a barrier
Is it running away…
Am I avoiding the terror?
What of not growing!
If I cannot stay
Have I delayed the inevitable

Early childhood
Was tumultuous too
Later years I have
Tried to protect myself
Eliminate what can permanently
Hurt yet am I not growing
In this way if I reject
Do not allow myself
The exposure to the pain
Stand up and face it
Lay down and take it

Evoking experiences in
Perceptions that resonate

Do it because you love it
Not because it gives you
Grief or pins you down
In misery that’s what
I was taught by my grandmother
She wore a very special crown
Until I am vaporized
And deplete
Like the rest of us
What more can we do
However we play the harpsichord
We must all go

Light falling through the idle
Window pane and the wind
Conducts an orchestra
Of grass and palm outside
If but to comprehend
Even one speck

Swimming

Think straight the earth is
Moving underneath you
Things won’t always be stationary
Climb through the vines
Pass through the jungle
On your way we find
The most powerful revelations
Are still in store for us
To discover

We cannot uncover what is
Left to be found if we are
Stuck in the same place
On the ground and still
We need a rock to call home
Something to come back to
How do we then
In what way is it possible
A nomadic civilization
Sounds appealing but
We are creatures of habit
A necessary nature for
Routine a mole in a home

Home is where the heart is
I have been told
And our hearts are in our breasts
Last I checked
But how then do we find
The meaning meant our
Ancestors left for us
To open up the doors
Where hidden chimes
Ring this unquestionable
Answer to the footsteps
Of our lives?

Promises

Have you ever made a promise
That was only a dream?
Imaginations that we wish
Would come true and in that moment
You are swept away with an
Impossible possibility to conceive
I tend to sink very deeply
Into people mostly all the way
There isn’t a lot that I don’t
Feel comfortable getting in or
Close to even if it means
All the work will disappear
From beginning to know you
From vulnerability and fear
If it’s a fantasy of promises
Then let it be like science fiction
To both of us because to be close
You have to actually be there
Not just standing at the edge
Of the water throwing a bottle
With a message hoping it will
Arrive at its destination or even
Into the hands of your beloved
Sometimes a promise is a dream
If not to purée our feelings and
Drink them we must feel them
Out loud even if they cannot
Become true in the end
Imagination how silly
To go around smelling
Daffodils and lilies
Oh how I wish

Riddle

Morning greets us as
The moon retreats us
Never a dull moment
Looking down on earth
Waxing and waning
Painting the night sky
With light like a
Luminescent brush on
The backsides of mountains
The underbrush in the
Forest and the tips
Of our noses
Each melody that
Repeats in my head
At dawn is a different
Song narrating a unique story
That is replaying recorded
Lyrics of therapeutic
Thoughts of which to
Guide the subconscious
Eaves and waves
Tapering throughout the
Day a little reckoning
Of what has been happening
While sleeping deeply
And a message to soothe
What is to come in a lullabyic
Process and response to
A world that is resounding
To our existence with still
Miniscule bits or clues
For destiny to go on
If the asteroids ever hit
Perhaps the trees
Will witness it
It’s still unclear if
We will ever solve
The ultimate riddle

Coupling

Smart people can
Arrive at their own
Conclusions if you will
What is this trickery to be had?
Look let’s be honest
I’m not even sure
That you like me
The beasts have been
Unleashed and
We are running through
A darkened wood
Can you hear the howl
Of the wolves that
Cry to be close
To your throat
And would you offer it?
Give it up to be
Hanging free from
The invisible domain
Of shattered dreams
Broken memories and
The mysterious mist
Of uncommon truth
If I’m wrong then
Someone send a
Harbinger to
Check in on me
Follow the shape
Of the wind
Listen to the sound
Of the distant rhythm
Silent wings
Birds hiding in the trees
Lips whispering
Hopes unseen stab
Aimlessly at the dark
In an effort to strike a
Balance with me in the
Absence of light a thornless
Bed of roses spread out
The heart has lain down
With the courageous embrace
In a coupling of tomorrow
Beneath a mossy blanket