life – Page 5 – Poétique

Grandiflora

With a grandiloquent tongue
The boy could not tell a tale
Not even one could go unspun
Without the flowery need to
Spin the words forth hence
Were always chiming out
With eloquence for even in
A wake of abrogating tide
His inner workings pushed
A gale of winds with currents
Positive and wide and so the
Outbursts became inbursts
To protect the shiny smiles
And his sense to make the best
Was what he wore to yield the
Wilds but still with all the
Gorgeous things that could be said
There rested stories left unshared
Inside his head and thus he
Needed safe passages and places
To commune and let the words
With ease flow out to not implode
Find a place wherein the sagas
Could be shared that he did hold
So unsaid words were trickling out
Unexpectedly he found them
Eventually creeping and seeping
All about the tiny cracks between
His tightly fused upper and lower lips
His feelings were determined
To be heard and oozed unhinged

Manager

She is astringent neurotic and militant
About how she wants things done
Haphazardly calling the shots
Enforcing rules and making her rounds

I passively asked her to back off
When I told her not knowing how I
Perform by way of emails sending me
Off to do better tasks and tripling down
Makes me roll over with sickness
At night who can find peace when
This is a means for finding out

Authority never bodes well with me
You’re not good enough that you’re
Not keeping up with a new standard
That no one has walked you through
And I look up to a bright pink hue
That is glowing above me it’s
Just the sky but formally spoken
I almost wished that it was aliens
For a moment just thought it might be
Convenient living in a world with
No room for error even in the tiniest
Regard just a little breathing room?

Who can be the stickler to a
Practice they know nothing about
Parading around giving orders
To those whom you have not a clue
What their industry entails

To work it out it’s like managing mansions
When you’ve only lived in apartments
Your whole life and again the sky
Creeps in ready to assist me in
Forgetting about what the world around us
Isn’t really making an effort to
Understand and the grass looks red
In this arrangement of orange ambered
Sidewalks dressed in the remaining leaves
The frost is new and so is also tomorrow

Every Life

Drinking up every moment
Living every life
Barely keeping alive financially
But still the richest person can be
Existing without anything
Saving the lives of people
That took the lives of others
We are all damaged goods
None of us are free from the
Wind blowing through the grass
Who’s responsible for that?
It didn’t matter much to most
Which way the winds were
Blowing where I came from
So long as the car works
When you turn the engine over
I never had much use for
Complaining but as I got older
I guess it creeped in the redder
Your hands got or the less your
Tendons wanted to bend over all
There was a tiny corner in the yard
That felt more magical than the rest
Of the field kinda like ya
Just wanted to lay there longer
Even if it was time to go inside
Airports hadn’t really come
Into the picture yet but the way
You could miss someone
Coming and going now that
Was a feeling we could all relate to
Wondering if they’d ever come
Back or if this place even felt
Like a homestead does
Drinking up every moment
Watching the dragonflies
Living every life in my mind

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

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