life – Page 5 – Poétique

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

52 Pickup

Throw ‘em up in the air
See where it falls down
Throw me up in the air
See where I fall down
Toss the cards into the sky
How does it all play out
Let the cards fall
Where they may
Close to your chest
Or far far away
Does chaos seek direction?
Why do we know
What the better thing
To do is and then
End up going in the
Opposite direction
Like 52 pickup
Cards in the air
See where they land
If your brain knows
How to follow the hand
Why backwards
Or just because to be fair
Same random
Possibility is torn
When the answer
Is so clear
Internal warfare
I don’t have the energy
To play a round of
Who’s got it worse
With you

Throw ‘em up in the air
See where it falls down
Last one home
Is a rotten egg
I’ll follow my gut
Skip the fight nor to drown
With my head

Differently

Don’t let them kill you, fight like hell
I am just as scared as all the others,
What could one become if only to
Want for a cage we can never leave
Separate from it all, in a broken air
I have a hopeless wish of forgetting
Everything I know in the landscape of life
A deep and long yawn of exhaustion
Tremors of the future shake my skull
I am like a monarch with one wing
Sometimes as capable as a crustacean
Regenerating my limbs that feel
In some way found bioelectrically

My heart wakes up differently
Every morning the rhythm is the same
The contents redissipate
Many different shapes are awakened
The home to a bajillion
Promises of better tomorrows
Ripping the gut to shreds
Hunger for existence is persistent
Like a ship docking somewhere
It has never been before
The mysterious waters below
Are full of answers to the questions
Of a rising tide that wants more
Passion and yearns for acceptance
While every sense is heightened
A resurgence of the almost extinct
Will to grow again begs to be held

Seasons

The sun wraps around my face
After long dreams of being in France
Working as a stenographer
Learning to type is learning to speak
Like the language of life
We wrap ourselves so deep
In the meaning of friendship
And the loss of our loved ones
And again the sun wraps around us
Like a giant blanket that can only
Be received in the form of light
This is the beauty of the morning
Starting again when we had nothing
Left and at our wits end the day before
A heavy sleep and a few hours
To peek into the other side of the veil
Rejuvenates hope and springs
Forth a moment to begin with
New connections down the slopes
Of unpredictable waking life

Anima

Longing to be
More interesting than we are
My best friend heart
Has always been with you
Normal and natural
I even cleaned your room
A vocabulary is growing
Expectations have been slowing
Looking at the whole
None of us have it exactly
So feel the feelings
Burst through the ceilings
Make the journey ‘round
A globe of experiences
Paths less tread
Circle back before we’re dead
Longing to be
More interesting than we are
My best friend heart
Will always be with you

Basket

You’re not dead until you are
Hurry up late lots of eggs
Humble beginnings
Back to nothingness
To achieve everythingness
I made choices that I
Could never choose again
Experiences like reeds
Woven into the basket
That holds a singular lifetime
Never to return again
If but to haunt those
That are still living in it
Determination to fulfill life
Before the cord snaps
Please excuse me
I have a goodbye to attend to
But not mine yet

PhD

Peering through violet lenses
My eyes are granted a different
Perspective on seeing
Perceptions on being
Without a PhD
I am suddenly my own
Doctor of Philosophy
Poet to Astronomy
Postgraduate achieving
My own degree
With significant and original
Research understanding
My own principles of being
Terminally denoting
Self awarding abnormally
In the field of life
In the fields of human experiences
In the field of inequality
In the fields of persistence
Through the existence of
Being alone and also
Owning close to nothing and
Also owing everyone
My thesis and dissertation
Defends the work of my
Consistent ability
To show up for living
In times when there was
Nothing left to be giving
And giving it all
Finding more from deep within
Overcoming the impossibility
To begin studying
On the campus of Earth
Conducting experiments
And trials of traditional
Tribulations I have achieved
Through my own pertinent
Knowledge and experience
The ultimate values and
Detrimental self criticisms
Accredited to and awarding
A personal escalation

Everywhere

Why are we always striving
To achieve more than the next
From Roman chariot races to
A better lawn than John has yet
We are threatened by boredom
Held up only by ghosts of
The next best thing reliving
Our vintage existence on
A remote island in the middle
Of the city that was once
The best place we had to be
One more this one more that
I almost want nothing anymore
But to be here is to acquire
It cannot be avoided
It cannot be declined
We will inevitably absorb it all
One day we will consume
Literally everything inside
As small as I can make a
Carbon footprint to be made
I offer everything I have
In exchange for nothing but
Connection to my fellow
Living beings any mammal
Human or otherwise amphibious
Dog cat bird alligator or plant
However not to compete
For breathing air
For Cabbage Patch Kids
For retail therapy to spare
Relinquishing us all from this
Insanity that is part of
What we call everyday living
Everywhere

Starting

Power me up
Power me down
Electrical shock
Fluttering heart
Feeling less frantic
And soothed by the sound
Of a quieter world
A bit settled in
Greyer skies
Early nights
Where will the next
Experience come to turn
Tell the tale as unfolds the
Stars the story of destiny
Much more life to live
Still more to keep up with
In the temple of our minds
What wil be the opening
To begin the next block
What parts the section
Of the sky that shines light
On the forthcoming fairytale
That will become real life
To reflect upon in ten years

Nest

White beard dark skin
I was supposed to have kids
What happened to that dream
Wake up another business
In my head the prophet said
Love one another maybe
Community is the answer
Not my own child but a
Caretaker to all
I saw the snow fall yesterday
On a mountain though
The town below was warming
From the sun I sweetened
My tea with love
Warmth against my lips
Both feet into the ground
Doesn’t feel like we’re missing out
In a soil of potential music
Crystals and folks are
Always feeling better
When the mandolin is playing
In the air and in the streams
Of collective consciousness
Colors are pervading anything that
Has been felt lost or forgotten
Fulfilled in a simple moment
That embraces every possibility
Even though the question stands
Why do seagulls sound
Like they’re crying?
Perhaps an empty nest