life – Page 5 – Poétique

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

Gormless

Is it willfully deceitful
Or incompetently deceived
Perfectly washed over in
Shadows of new light
Peeking through the branches
Careful not to disturb the
Already balanced sun behind you
Morning moon still awake
From last nights gathering
Potentially warm on the inside
If my neck can feel the heat
From the rays of today
Perhaps there is yet another
Half of this life to live
Supposing that it is almost
Foolish to think otherwise
In other wisdom it’s
Just the way uncertainty
Attempts to cry out
In a louder voice
Undefined

Wishing

I used to love to sing
But I’m not singing anymore
Nor playing the piano
I also favored a good run
But haven’t run in ages
I wonder sometimes
If the pavement misses me
Hiding in my shell
Wish that I had someone to
Wish about at the wishing well
Someone to
Love or recognize the things I do
There was a time before you
Now it’s eerily quiet outside
And my mothers cold recants
Often make me laugh
If I could follow the path
Of my mind I might find
The nectar I’m trying to write
Into words a sweet pulp
Or guide like an
Intelligible handbook
On life

No Clue

There is a cat a dog and a bird that accompany me
They remind me of how much life there is to love

Each has their own voice and here I attempt to find my own
The glare of the past shadows their sweetness

I’m living a life that I could be taking for granted
My inner voice asks if I remember how I got here

A bright but grey morning inspires a joy that begs to be lived before noon
Even if it’s impossible
The smell of pines firs and fragrant needles reminiscent to heaven

Swirl around back and forth between my ears which are too busy listening
To notice
If a thunderstorm should shake the earth thoughts would form dreamscapes

I could have wished for this before the alien ship dropped me off

Chosen family a beautiful garden and all the music

What do we know about where we came from!? The clouds above form shapes that answer questions to who I am

But still nature appears to know more
If I could have picked this life to live before I was born into it
I would have chosen you even though I have no clue to your appearance

I would look for you in the hammock chair reading outside in our private garden
A completed picture
The necessary part that shares the memory I can’t look back on
Without you in it