poetic – Poétique

Untangled

Devastation is a signal
Something meaningful happening —
Roses dormant now bloom
Being good without being necessary

Lightning crashes
Large green leaves rustle

I can choose myself
Something wants that to be true.
Nothing bad has to happen

Broken past life
Care does not become less expensive
When it is no longer carried by self

My mind has.
My body hasn’t learned this yet

That lag is the work
Dragging the log

Echo chamber
If I’m not doing it, it isn’t getting done
Echo chamber
If it isn’t getting done, I’m responsible
Echo chamber
If I’m responsible, I must step in

Scratching
Or I’m bad

Ring ring telephone
If I don’t do it, it won’t get done
Breathing under water

Can I trust that goodness still exists
If I’m not the one guaranteeing it

If I take care of things myself
I don’t have to rely on an unreliable world
Where is love meant to be
Tangled in your sheets

Not
Something bad might happen
— and it will be on me
If I don’t do it myself

Something good

Can I tolerate another person
Holding a fragile life
With standards that aren’t
Identical to mine

Can I tolerate being held
Without the wonder

How can we relate to fragility

Letting go includes
Discomfort in these domains

Body safely
Staying engaged
Stepping back
Removes the old safety net

Echo chamber

Exist but exit without correction
If the soil accepts the core
An earthen heart is
Beating love in
Open sky

Deliquescence we are
Melting into our futures
There are so many more
Moments to be had
Does being vulnerable
Sharing our disappointments
And the horrors
Of our lives
Make us any
Less amazing?
Is there more love
To be had and
Can we be
Arrested for that?
How can we know
If our hands are
Even our own hands
Or are these hand’s
The hands of our
Grandfathers’
Grandfathers

Chevaucher

Losing and gaining a self
At the same time
Holding on and letting go
Simultaneously
One heart captures transformation
The other captures attachment
And then release —
Holding on and losing hold
Once a previous
Something and the empty overlap
Is intentional — it’s the void or silence
What whirls between them
A space where identity
Is still undefined
Shifting or
Being reborn

Turning

The pain of this existence
Feels better than anything else
I could do to myself
To take it away
Burn my face off
Menthol peel
See the world through
Newer eyes
Change the path
Kill the rut
Tears are at bay
Careful not to agitate
Maybe more to sing
Play the church organ
In the echo of my mind
Dreaming of a
Spiritual time
And a green cat visits
Long hair and glowing
Bird drowning let me
Rescue you and
I do safely from
Succumbing to the water
Of your cage another
Bird cockatiel joins the
Other parakeet and
A large bird reaches in
With his beak to take the
Heart beneath the wings
Of another and I stop
This saying no as the tissue
Stretches and the giant
Bird releases freeing the heart
Walking into the back room I
Find a green kitten
Who are you holding
And loving you stay
So soft
Please stay

Pitié

Self pity flailing or
Just excessively theatrical
Moves that end up
Perhaps dramatic in behavior
Immaterial often involving
Bothered exaggerated displays
Something like
Waterfalls of emotion and a
Fire pit desire built
For attention

Physicality can describe both
Broken styles of acting in a play
Furtif or deliberate attempts to
Manifest a particular emotional
Fleeting response sucked
Out of others through
Deliberate gasps of insincere
Mountain cries

Over-the-top actions
Reverberate

Is there a void in his life if he
Forgot who his character was
Can we be friends with our past
If we commit to our future?

Floating down stream
Bloated with reason
Snapped into two streams

What is the inner dialogue
Saying right now if I can
Read behind the eyes
Between the lines
Cracks in the void
Deafening words
Chaotic lighting
Discerned

At the end of the day
Who are we really?

Pellucid

If all the light in the room
Could pass through me
Would I find you there?

Less questions
More answers

A grand scale
In the difference between
What weighs enough
And what doesn’t weigh
Anything at all

Which knows which me
When is it the other one?

Depending on if you ever want to
You can never not to
So I dug deeper
Asked for the check
My pocket held a piece
Of what was there
From before and what I
Thought for sure could only be
Pellucidly felt compelled and still
Removed to unveil the mask
That held back everything against
A sympathy and meaning to
Manipulate the lines I found
We drew on paper or otherwise
All just so you could love me with
One hand on the wheel

(ЯEPEAT)…

Someone made a noise
They didn’t want you to repeat
Or hear by not making it
Loud enough for us
To conceal

What would I ask God
In this moment?
I almost fell completely off the cliff
I want to finish something
No, I want to finish
Everything
Now

Are there really any strangers
Who are we supposed to be
Avoiding?

It’s your turn
I’ve gotten a bit sloppy
Sharing more than usual
Slogging to connect with you
Deeper

At times I didn’t think I would
Make it here with or without
A cigarette or an excuse
Hungry for reality
Starving for a fantasy

End goal make something
Out of yourself time, time
No testing the system
No game playing, baiting, blind
Is there an order to existence

Being, a, uhhh
Where is my concept of being?
The cast would open doors
Happening but as it is now
Work hard to become last
Something for the wrong reasons
Kapow

Responsible heartache
Absent blank status
Rejection is security
Laying it out into a
Quilted unattainable
Devotion

Glowering

You can’t keep up with
This fire though you want to
Touch it you know you
Still can’t keep up with it

My head is clear
Clear as day
No need to say
Anything more about it

Free breath
Free air
I don’t care

No more scowling
No more glowering
I won’t vitrify my heart
Feels good to smack my hands
Dust it off
Batting it away

When we come back for love
We come back for ourselves
First things first

No more ominous
No more sullen showering
Have the moment
How does it feel
No glowering
Just glowing

Stoïcismes

Courage, Justice
Temperance
Practical Wisdom
Restore the flow
Show Who’s Who
In life
Sometimes We Win
Sometimes We Lose
As long as you have
Done your best
There is literally
Nothing Else
That Can Be Done
Therefore, Feel Peace
About the effort
Accept the result
With equanimity
Mental and emotional
Stability and composure
Especially under stress
Or tension
General calm
Yet and still
If the result is good
Don’t become
Arrogant or conceited
It could always
Go the other way
Easily
Slip and fall
Crack your head open
Pulling your teeth out
In distress
If the result is bad
Don’t let it effect
Your sense of
Self-Worth
It’s the idea
Of what really is
Truly yours
And what isn’t
Achievement of Ataraxia
An inner tranquility
Resulting from knowledge
You have done everything
It was in your
Power to do
Let the chips fall
Where they may

Entonnoir

Looking into the eyes of Sasquatch
How do you compose yourself
What would you do

Protect them or
Scream for help

So much more than I ever
Knew to want is in each moment

And the grass desires the sun
Green moon on the horizon

Humble me

Draw the orange curtain back
Peek into the light
Dripping lanterns
Ambient happiness

Bright leaves to dress
The outside of our tomorrows

Do we die happy
Knowing we touched so many things
Investigating the planet in so
Many different places
So many lives

Emblematic fortune
What are words but just an
Opportunity to try

Funneled in we are
Funneling out

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