Poem – Page 31 – Poétique

When?

Only you can achieve
Self-worth for yourself
Said the little silver hen
I can’t tell you how many
Fantasies this is fulfilling
For me at the moment
Being close to people is difficult
Anywho time marches on
I think therefore I am not
Only when the mind is silent I am
What does it mean to call
Someone a friend?
A philosopher once said
You own the power
How many books have I read?
Are they all inside my head?
Still seeking the ripe one
Many concepts
Beguiled left to untangle and
Your smile is the last one I had

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

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

Want Ads

Looking to cry over
Somebody new
Looking to feel my
Heart beat out of my chest
Somebody new
Looking to feel the flutters
Coursing through my veins
Somebody new
Looking to protect you
From spiders and mice
Looking to hold you
When nothing feels right
Somebody new to
Comfort in the night
Someone to get my hopes up
For even if it means
You can’t be there all the time
Whatever you want to do
I can make plans too
Somebody new to
Make out with buy gifts and
Splurge on trips and shit
Missing a time for us
To embrace you when you’re down
Missing a time for us to laugh
When there’s no fun to be found
Somebody new to
Text with and wait for
Your response
Somebody new to
Look forward to
Seeing on the weekends
Hanging with some evenings
You can have your life
Keep what makes you happy
Somebody new to add to you
Get on with the grafting
My heart is giant
My love is big
The season’s changing
So make a wish
If you’re looking for somebody
To protect you and pull through
Here’s my number
Call or text me anytime
I’m looking for you too

Unnamed

There’s a lot of tension
Between the both of us
I thrive best when I know
There’s a way out
Locating the other side
Swallowing my pride
I found a portal out of the
Best part of a jungle
Past the heliconias
Stepping over the sundew
Under the waterfall
And into a freedom from
Codependent claws
Seeking to tattoo
My body with lifelong
Tiger claw marks
Projecting to make me feel
Like I can’t do it myself
As if there is no one else
That my success was
Solely reliant on your
Presence but my sword
Was sharpened
Machete ready to cut
Through the nonsense
The size of a tropical storm
From this a new dawn
Was born a plant to seed
Collecting rainwater
Nurturing the soil
Pitching a tent to
Protect myself from a
Grave danger I regarded as the
Passion grew more powerful
Too the intensity of life
Truly bloomed into
The most beautiful flower
Still yet unnamed

Plantythm

I can see the rhythm in plants
The digital splay of vibrations
Like counting numbers in leaves
Completely still geometrically
They’re moving shaking in place
Reverberant foliage unmuted
A tremulous explosion
Frozen in space with motion
How it’s growing from the earth
Perfectly patterned
Exquisitely mattered in
Fluttering leaves of quavering
Dances in quantum milliseconds
Without moving a single frond
Every needle every petal
Each and every blade
Full of motion in an immobile
Spellbound line

Red Birds

Monotonous tone
Tumbling drone on repeat
Is the hummingbird to my
Psychedelic central network
Emotions at my fingertips
Nerve endings systematically
Outstretched to the sky
When the grey crawls in
The blue breaks brighter
In both of my eyes
After the melancholic
Piano player slowly
Stood up from his bench
I heard the red birds fly overhead
Even though the windows
Were closed my heart
Was again opened to
Hear the sound of another
Person walking in
I recognized the waiter coming
Towards me in the arc
From far away I was uncertain
If it was her hair or her smile
Is this a church in Italy
Maybe a restaurant I’ve seen
In a magazine next to the water
Uncertain but reassured it was a dream
When I felt the edge of my blanket
Against my lips
Thirsting for destiny

Dial Tone

People that form bonds
And then keep them going
Over time with strength and love
Don’t do it over the course of
A three times a year meetup
To compare us to that
Kind of a connection
Leaves me embittered
And hopeless for a true
Lifeline in the friendship
I thought we were promised
I thought we were agreed
I thought we were aligned with
You can tell me that indeed you
Desire to be as close as you want to
Even the Gods cannot force you
To be close to
Someone that you don’t
Show up for in your actions
Over weeks and months on end
Someone that you reach out to
Only when it’s relevant for you
I reckon that’s a fair weather friend
You’re not a bad person
For being incapable or to pretend
I’m only disappointed in myself
For believing that you could
Show up for me in ways
That you promised not to test
However titling our friendship
With a moniker of best
But the clock ran out
Your calendar got full
Your life is chock full
Of everything that you need
No more hours to give
To others when you have
So much life to live

Chèvres

None of it is even
Never quite equal
The only equilibrium
Is internally yours
Someone is always
At a disadvantage
Desegregated
To anything
Stuff is just stuff
Human is human
You can have it all
As many goats
As you want
The same page
Comes around
When you fall off of it
Once it gets turned
No one is on it again