Touchdown
What is felt
To surfaces
Willing.
Gentle movement
Emoting dialogue
Unwritten urging
Hushed.
Time wandered elsewhere
Into bubbles of kindness
Where a moment could be
Shared
Contained
Cherished.
We
In a time among loud noise
Found audience
Of Us.
To mirror ..and radiate
All our mutual
Affections.
Contour.
Shape. Flow. Grace.
Smooth. Un-interrupted.
Organic movement
Grants an illustrious sheen
To borderless auras
Radiating unparalleled contentment.
Take to the quiet- he says
To find yourself.
To find yourself, then what
Rhetoric takes the stage
A principal player-
No less.
Turn in to the recess of self
Explore to implore all the chatter
To die down.
To lie down
To roam unto the black phase
Where sense of self is waiting.
Vulnerability has lips
That part and dream of exposure
To breathe & breathe with- the unknowing.
To give up
To give in- to dive deeply into naked planes
To temperatures devoid of notice
Supplanting man's ministrations
For the lesser good to none
But One- to have- to know- truth.
Red striations prove inferior
To tear and tear again, agression belongs
Widening the expanse of all I think I know.
Redundancy- the antithesis of
All my motivation. Elaboration here
Tangled- strangled- mute.
Rage beats the organs that flex
Burning to find more coal to chew through
To melt- molt- and ignite.
The irrelevance of punctuation
Finally struck dumb in this quest for quiet.
Comma, period. Colon: goodnight.
Say nothing
When nothing
Is worth saying.
Clever tidbits
Taunt.
Place to enter
No words follow
Eyes to backs
Nonexistent.
Singularity
Owned.
Life as known
Negating all nouns
Cognition slinks
Devoid. Stripped
Deleted
Being.
Into nothing
Rather, away from
All. A moment's piece
Instigated. Courage
Lost of itself
This world.
Societal rot
Spreading disease
Of trend. Of tried
Of 'coolness'
Humans- contracted
Myopic belief.
Generosity is
Hunted for, stolen
Ravaged ..and dismissed.
Ethical pillars
Take the beating, advantage
Played out.
I wish to abandon
All words- waning
That wax themselves
To dust. As their truths
Lie in wait of fresh
Idiocies.
Disoriented
These strenuous paths
Playing me out.
I belong where
The needle meets thread
The inks spill freely and
The paint never dries.
Where concept springs
Eternal.
Along the whim
Of its own
Fancy.
I find myself curdling on the inside
Too long spent wrapped
In the winter of my own arms.
Defrosting the mindset
That brought me here is
Incorrigible.
Words like 'behoove' seek to conjure
Strong meaning.
Blips of neglect continue
To blow preferred points
The haze of stretched moments
Blister poignant momentum
Feeding irritants I loathe.
Irascible surge of
Graceless synonyms
Blunders my skull
Contusions now breathe
Fresh oxygen-
This- this is- wasted revenue.
My planet of One, at War.
Distracted by spices
This tangle of urges is
Indecisive. Intolerant of
Its own indecision.
The burdens grow then instantly
Dissipate... aware of
The unattractive labels they bring
Scent trapped in aura
Wrapped in rhythm
Begging rhyme.
Gypsy incantations
Tickle psyches trained well-
To obliterate untamed preferences
My cautious roots, tautology - defined.
These are questions drowned
Without Answers.
An affliction of meaningless proportion
I am the battering ram of all I turn
My back on.
I take the blow and stick the landing
It is what I am best at.
Philosophical hush
Softens the bruise
Rushed particles
...outrunning logic, peace
Normalcy.
Doom- flooded
Angst balloons
My devices are worn
Wise, well-intentioned,
Wickedly short fused.
The hard edge is broad
Defined by specifics
Whirling about in survival mode
Instinctual enzymes,
Multiplying.
This list, unbeknownst
Misunderstood.
Intentional.
Consumption of energies
Coming down.
Who are we but minstrels
To our own demise?
Chanting however audible
To corners beset on all sides...
Bandwidth- exhausted
We grow- we widen
We billow out more sails
Eroding the conscience of
'Jumped to' conclusions
Forgiven.
Perspectives now stat
Heartrate resting
Putrified stresses- purified
Hunting for a muse
Once more.
Words embalmed in acts of service
Ruminating meaning.
Playing with too many variables
Noise escalating
I will strip away the static-
Soon,
...to mold the use of deeper meanings.
The willingness
Was never up for grabs
It has always been who I am.
Devoted is- my normal order
Innate.
To live in honesty,
Integrity,
Accountability;
Immune from all disparaging influence
The inner ticking serves me well.
To the truth- be true.
Language
Evolving.
Descriptive efficacy;
To answer myself
I investigate.
Widening my understanding
To better comprehend
Progress and intuition.
Obligatory preference
The morning yawns
I follow.
Whirring mechanisms
Toiling as told
A light push of buttons
Time, understood.
Capturing locks
Confined atop one peak
And then tilted back
Allowing the lukewarm ritual
Entry.
Sunday is writing itself...
I translate.
Thinly stripped fibers
Unsightly holes
The combination here, is, too-
Familiar.
Yet I adore such familiarity
Mine as I have chosen
Preferences.
Freewill is everywhere
As evidenced,
Books on shelves over which
I preside.
Granted, not taken for granted
A mix of interests-
Come and gone.
Someday
Time should be taken
To learn the comma, and
The clause.
That perfection of arrangement
Can match the age
Time... Understood.
Obsolete freedoms, and
Over-stayed welcomes
Tire the organs within
But there is none to be done
On this inside.
Rusted, pathless avenues
Meander nowhere.
Erogenic enclaves
Studied- no more.
This destination, intended.
The spoils of inner warfare
Breed redundant clauses
That monstrous pyrrhic victories
Can be- just that.
Earning their sticky, fucked titles.
Badge of nothing.
But, respect understands.
One way to follow; to pioneer time
Taking tools earned in practice
Resembling salvation.
I am here.
As is intended.
Dark hair tumbling over shoulders...
Stronger than imagined.
Resilience has grown in- gray.
The right hand understands
The undetectable whisper
Between head and heart.
In them, I trust.
Instincts- obeyed.
Nothing lingers
That wasn't built to stay.
They work through theirs
As I work through mine.
This is bigger than me.
Self-pity - awash.
Loathe the variables-
Love the memories.
You're muttering incoherently
Beneath lamplight near the ether
Kerosene drips on your face
Onto your shoulder, then dries, menacingly
Scarring your life.
Comprehension is steep
Your flammable exhale coats my throat in rot.
I'm ingesting your predictions of aged deceit
Dissent, ruminating.
My predilection for optimism outruns the dissonance
I'm three decades behind you, engulfed in steam
Proving to the omniscient voyeur
That my convictions will not be waylaid.
Yet here we are, united in psyche
The potency of your yearning begging still to be huffed from the air.
I heed you, albeit at a thick distance;
This tangent is overbearing.
My diligence is anchored to respect, to lead
innocence to clean water
Bearing in mind your warning, yielding not to its contaminants.
Another Sunday walked through yesterday's door,
You breathe in solitude behind the strictest fence.
I'll not ask again for any elaboration on your synonyms.
The stark reminder of your beatless existence flatlined those hopes ages ago.
Instead, I write the ending to the road we paved.
Embellished only by the beauty of my interpretation, my translation, my... transgression,
My version of, You.
The flawed perfection of all your testimony
Your bravery in vomiting up the truest of truths will not go unrecognized.
For it is within this gory recanting that I find the better versions of myself,
Fucking the feeble-minded away from my most precious energies.
Engorged by the premise of a lofty demise;
That negativity is a canker that spoils all if fed
And my nurturing existence strikes a tone with far more purpose, than to succumb to that barge of dread.
I hear you.
I heard you.
Resonating long, into the hereafter.
The foreign land of Man
Jewel-laden and untouched
Miles behind me.
...in looking back I recognize
Nothing.
Tripped into fresh gravel
Washed of patriarchal miseries,
Never once had I surmised it so.
And these fools and bastards alike
Judge as they wish,
Spewing unwanted mucus
Into my river.
I am strong though slow-moving,
Deliberate in every cause
The only Bitch who threw me,
Long lost in this Now.
Mind over matter in every case
No judge of this landscape,
Nothing to preside.
Internal organs brace the battering ram of facts;
These are lower hells we roam in
Splintered chips that expose the marrow
To what may yet come by way of affliction.
Woe to those who wait, laboring in false loyalty
Succumbed to the fear of acknowledgment
And an addictive attraction to hell's gate.
Loathsome depth perceptions traipse a burr-filled homeland
Akin to the cutting-fixations of the weak
... and forlorn feeble minded.
There is double-fisted pounding
Wreaking havoc on all doors
Presumptive, primitive deductions
Lost to intractable distractions
These willing accomplices seek subtle overtures
To bide the inevitable, inscrutable conclusion
That wreckage of this caliber
Will slit the throat of all sanity.
Turbulent waters appear calm
Mineral-rich batter, baking in context
Unbeknownst.
Truth-rich roast, bartered for
Relinquishment yields porous results,
Half-filled by generational trauma.
Seeking understanding strengthens metal
Bowing under recourse to nothing, no one.
These are quiet, solemn victories
To which no banners fly.
As I widen, I wonder...
To whom does the understanding inherit?
Resurrect nothing
Leave the patina as is
Mosey tendons to new rooms
To fill with love and meaning
