poetry – Page 29 – Poétique

One

Just going through the motions
Sometimes that’s all you need
Maybe we do it and don’t know it
When he was particularly aware of it
He felt strange realizing that he
Was always doing it naturally before
But now it felt forced necessarily
Waiting for the light to change
Sometimes just running through it
Do we follow every rule and fail
Or are these simply guidelines
Oak trees and moss continue on
Creeping in rain like patterns
Mystical fens flowing on trees
And the random birds chirping
In the air relief from the cold hard
Winter that was approaching briefly
Before it arrived we all stood around
A fire and laughed about the
Doldrums of the past year
A Native American song was
Shaking the background and
He recalled how to be strong
Again but it was for himself this time
He was out of practice because
He was always doing it for others
Going through the motions
Reiterating structure
Humming in the us factor
Problematically difficult
When he was humming again
For one yet both sides of him
Stood ready for two of what becomes

Rebound

Veneration in a holy smoke
We elevated ok the first round
When we almost lost you
And here we are again
Hanging in tight for dear life
I remember bike rides and
Blue blankets rocking you
Into a second existence
This is your third or fourth
I almost feel shame for
Encouraging you to do it
Over and over so I’ll let you
Lead the way this time
Maybe it’s just a fever
I had new ground to stand on before
Everything that was holding me back
Was finally done and I had
Ten thousand horses behind me
Thunderous hooves to beg and to
Plead for you down on my knees
Don’t take him yet I careened
To the gods and they listened
Keeping up after three years time with me
Emotional investment is real
Once you check out I can
Love on but only as the light unfolds
Only as the story is retold
Only as your temperature goes down
Let’s sleep on it until we know
Day one again in the morning resounds
Om dreams imagining sleep

Clouding

Immense emotion after all this time
Watch the rain unwind stretched out
Into little pieces like tears on a plain
Gravitating towards the west side
You can watch the cold air billowing
Beneath your nose and the shadows
From the light above cast slick images
With the movement and the sound of
Just being present in the elementary
Shock of unknowing things such as
Later today or tomorrow or ten years
From now but we still somehow charge
Ahead different from a time like the
Ancients who were savage and didn’t
Know if they would wake up alive or dead
But a similar consciousness to note
We are still humans creating challenges
And obstructing ourselves to feel
Some form of life coasting through our
Veins in the wet country of darkness
Seeking light and other forms of life
Will I remember to be a mad scientist?
Will I remember to have fun?
When the rest of the world stops
Following all the rules
Don’t forget to open the door for someone
Be kind to your neighbors when bombs
Come down from overhead in an
Apocalyptic thread unlike rain
It won’t matter if we’re dead

Synthesis

How pastiche!
Fetching after ourselves
Like we do when it hurts to remember
And also when it hurts to let go
Holding on at both ends
Maintaining the broken soul
Patching the holes
Only becomes remarkable
After you’ve been doing it
On your own for sometime
Creating our own mysteries
Hiding things from ourselves
Resonating with independent
Thoughts preparing for death
In ways that we actually cannot
Hair stands up on the back of
Your neck to warn you
An end is coming with
Coffee or no coffee
It’s out of your control
Ants march on
Some of them die
Others return
Is it an exchange of another
Soulhouse where the
Reincarnation keeps repeating itself?
How does the army
Keep going headstrong
Or headstone one way
Or the other we meet the
Meaning of both at some point
A copy of ourselves
Next timeline déjà vu

Wins

Pondering the hurtles of everyday life
The black and white of not over analyzing
It is what it is no matter how you look at it
The end result is also the only result in the end
Like running through an obstacle course
Of used up tires careful not to trip
We slip one foot into each hole and
Quickly quip the other foot out carefully
The more we perfect the rhythm
The better we are at it
He begs to question is life
What it was always going to be
Or did he have something to do with it?
Having others around can make it easier
Having others around can make it harder
His perception was only his perception
It doesn’t mean anything to be caught up
Or cavity free because ultimately
It will come around and there it is again

Someone to celebrate the wins with
That would be nice no one there to
Cheer you on that you got over that hump
I remember some elders mentioning
“Must be nice to be so young, just over there having all the fun.”
Like someone had ripped it away from them
We don’t really understand this
Consciously at the time and why would we…
When we’re busy enjoying our lives!

Before and after a pandemic
There were dreams to read more
To finally settle the scoreboard
To do all the things that
We never finished before and wanted to
But they didn’t get done
We kept doing what we wanted
What we were drawn to; fun
Eventually the box is checked
The circle is complete
After weeks and months of defeat
Life is the extreme version of this
Loud jets in the cloudy mist
He ends up on the other side of
His epidemic still wondering
When will he finish everything
And with whom will he
Celebrate the wins?
Cold air fades out

Forklift

We can adjust a reactory behavior
By doing the opposite thing
Experience it and then do not respond to
Any reaction for the experience
Something is changing the way
Your body is processing the status
And the world around you
For instance like glass breaking
Or a tea bag opening in your cup
Becomes mundane
So if it is a choice
Than the thought is
Open Opened Opens
It doesn’t exist to be bad in our mouths
The taste we have the longer we’re alive
The more memories we plant
The more joy the more leaves
And the more pain we record
I can feel it pumping
Underneath the skin
Living in the body with
A conscientiousness that begins
Says why don’t you unfold your self
To everything you’ve always wanted
Red circle and emotional pallets
Laughing out loud alone
Basic lifestyle familiarity on the couch
Forklifting the universe
He spills the tea

Pillars

I was thinking of changing
My name to banana
No particular reason
I just like bananas
Also I finally realized
I’ve had too many eggs
In one basket
In the wrong basket
That’s bananas right?
I’ve been wrapped so tightly
Could someone please unwrap me?
I’m not sure how I got wound
In such a way like a knot!
You can’t unthread it
Release me unravel
The tangles of my heart
Attempting to hold it all together
In columns upright
To keep it from falling apart
The strength of all pillars
Coming out from the center of me
Is it my job to do my best
To hold it all up or do I just
Let it simply flow freely
On its own without any help
Watch it float away possibly crumble
It’s out of our control anyway
Wait, watch now, there it goes
Do I call it back?
Beckon to it to let it know
How much it’s wanted?
Something about being desired
I long for a custom
That reminds others they are
Wanted too

Look Up

Red stars blinding light
Wake up on the ground
Covered by the sound of
Electricity and lightning
Roaring down words come
Through not specifically to
A wonderstorm of emotional
Capacity to drag the self around
By the back of your own neck
Ready for anything aahh! any
Split second and the only
Thing holding oneself back is
Unappreciated happiness
Bubbling underneath the surface
Of a roof that’s about to crack
From the internal delicious
Pleasures of desire and passion
A release that has been waiting
To explode leaving more than a
Memento behind a trail of cosmic
Dust to find a way back
To the start from the beginning
Remembering hiding underneath
The sheets only so innocently
No one could see what was
Happening after all its
None of my business what
Anyone thinks about me

Ombragé

Panther spirit galvanized
Protection for the self startled
Out from the shell glowing black orb
Circling around claws out
Careful not to oversleep
Every reordering of words
As they reach the surface
Teach and nurture us
How to breathe
Learning how to walk again
On the same two feet
We’ve been standing with now four
Accounting days, months and centuries
Funny they should be so capable
Yet somehow disagree
The memory gap between
An imprint unforeseen by
Many who have never been
Outside of what was once before
For where they’ve lived till then
Is inside of what’s been cultivated

So two steps outside restored
Both dogs out the door
No more one foot in and one foot out
No need to hold onto the other
We’re not remembering in this
Moment it’s just learning
How to walk again
Familiar motions in a different way
Inner strength and the panther is
Invited with no cage
To guide to smell to lead astray
From the pattern of the past ingrained

Ingredients to be stirred in ways
We’ve yet cooked up to live; to crave
With all the recipes and notes
All the structures confidently
Confirming a free configuration
Of discovery and exposure
How to grab hold of the thing
We were always fighting for
But in the wake took time to heal
And could not rationalize
A halfway mark was tread
New beginnings toward the homestead
In the same satellite that was
Launched five decades ago
Regeneration of the womb
Outside the soul

Shallow

Letting go to arrive in the moment
Instead of spending time trying to
Figure out if it was possible to be
Enjoying it or not is the opposite of being
Alive more like trying to drive all the time

Small town fame never was what
He claimed he wanted more about
Recognition for his art and connection
But the fact of the story telling timed
Out and running for the door he found
An entrance into another world that
Had nothing to do with celebrity or being
Known or being busy trying not to
Break the wardrobe or the code

A forest of questions and concerns
Too recognized hiding behind bushes
Writing letters on the curb he would
Never send but also stamps were
Overrated and the concept of waiting
For a response was so outdated
Not like texting which got the point
Across but couldn’t really be interpreted
Correctly because the tone was all wrong
In the other persons head what a
Ridiculous conundrum connecting
But not really just putting gas in the tank

Afraid to actually be the self that is
Trying to climb outside for fear that it
Would become too easy for people to
Leave again it’s so intense asking
People to show up and so much that
It makes the whole world no more fun
Thirsty for rollercoasters and getting
Less close for people to disappear
Or disappoint no need to get that deep
Just dance full sweep food and then sleep