A sanctity for words
A wonder to who reads
A glory for asking why
A flag in the night
Bright enough to see
A nap before light
Disappears
A holiday that calls
For coffee and wine
Fruit on the table
Emotional map
Wind is still
Water is crisp
I can walk again
As wild parrots screech
A soft bed beneath
My back I ask
Who reads what is said
How much of our words lay dead
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Can someone explain to me
Why all my limbs
Are falling asleep
What will become
Of me in three years time
Will there be enough to
Survive
How much it matters now
Responds with distance
We live for today
Today becomes our future
What happens later
If there’s not enough
We become tired
Almost a whisper
Of our past
The thing that shaped us
Disappearing
What will become
What will become
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Is it isolation
Or is it learning
Many people walk alone
Even when they are not
Do we speak
In one language ever
Or are we all in
Different worlds
Of communication
Is the heart a book
Or a microphone
Is the grass a bed
Or food
Do we have both
In one place
Or are we separated
Do flowers bloom
For themselves
Or for the eyes and
Hands of those
Who hold them
When we are together
Are we alone
Are memories shared
Or solely our own
Both are true or
Mutually exclusive
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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?
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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
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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
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