I Want People to Share Their Poetry
Spores entering the nourishment of darkness
Knowing the moon like Mother's face
Breaking free from my lunatic harness
Falling up backwards to grace
Currents and ripples drag through
Molten plasticine of memory
Moments felt and held onto as soul once held flesh
Light emits from perception emotion through sensory
Patterns emerging as memories mesh
as love mathematics and beauty persisted
While an art cannot possibly stand on its own
Patterns so perfect they already existed
A footprint is not something someone can own
Chasing the sun through all the world's seeming
Mindlessly sinning for all that we need
Exploring the scare of our sins down and dreaming
Mindfully planning which impulse precedes
Hear her scold what's to come as we rise for an airful
Recede again into it behind us trailing futile concern
Reality's back hear Crow cry out be careful
We roar from the mountains the world takes it's turn
Shell castle......
My head's made of sand in the shape of a shell,
Top caved in, see inside, see and tell,
My shell drinks the sun down it's spiral curls well, carving my story, transforming my hell,
Spiral river inside me and out through the mouth,
From south to north then around back to south,
Aiming on the way up for perpetually north, we all grow so tired from all this back and forth,
Flying up to the sun to become what the rays, feel of my shell and the end of my days, sandcastle body sitting upright, doesn't crumble goes warm in the wet of the light, from my chest a drawer opens and out my heart fell, now await for my love to climb in to be held, dying is hatching I peer through a crack, projecting my thoughts and then bringing them back, Nothing is alive there is no such thing as dead, the stream shapes the sand that makes up my head, seeds in my hand the words that she said, to rearrange the river bed
There was a painting my mom threw out with other unfinished and finished ones that went perfectly with that one.
so um...
"family matters" (right now I shall call this one)
Further from beginning
Further from the whole
Further from the family
Make the world a whore
Fight for an eternity
Already won
Fencing in your crops
Nurturing no one
"Pride of Nothing" (I might as well call this one)
Completely alone was a nothing that felt, intuition desire for the ultimate self, where not alone but now separate and needing be whole, the empty place for reconnection with the rest of the soul, dignity grace in each entity's name, and the freedom received when released from the game, even questions that both sides would equally blame, pleasure from the pain of the shame
"poison"
The soul is infected with poison
As people who don't feel their reason
Fill the void with force
And filth as extremes are sought
At all costs
The entirety I hope and believe keeps its form
Unaffected but for it's stomach turning
Pain but only within a wholeness to wake to
A dream in the fractal womb
And futile our attempts to be anything but exactly as we have created ourselves
Asleep and fetal within it
"not the end"
Division from the fear, decision from the pain
Division from the hunger and the wetness of the rain
Division from the pleasure
Reunion of compassions
Division of the walls that separate what holds our passion
Reunion of the spirit
Reunion of the friends
To truly separate what simply should and should not end
And here's one touching on my grandmother
Nan Day
early noon while the sun shone as bright as it can
sort of sun upon rising reminds me of Nan
I left on a walk having nowhere to be
cause a bird by my window told of much more to see
and I wasn't hungry or sleepy or stalled
had no food and it felt like a dream after all
into sympathy seemingly rested the devil
elevated but with all the world I was level
distant mountains of molecules moved in their system
you could still fry an egg on the rocks if you missed them
I saw artifact shrapnel agleam in the sand
saw two little paisley twins skip hand in hand
it was time for the bells to chime on with your day
but it all rang out so right on cue though to say
that this day is for all of us feeling as one
lasting forever just follow the sun
behind and before you lay sleep and disaster
and now is to say only you make what's after
Knowing the moon like Mother's face
Breaking free from my lunatic harness
Falling up backwards to grace
Currents and ripples drag through
Molten plasticine of memory
Moments felt and held onto as soul once held flesh
Light emits from perception emotion through sensory
Patterns emerging as memories mesh
as love mathematics and beauty persisted
While an art cannot possibly stand on its own
Patterns so perfect they already existed
A footprint is not something someone can own
Chasing the sun through all the world's seeming
Mindlessly sinning for all that we need
Exploring the scare of our sins down and dreaming
Mindfully planning which impulse precedes
Hear her scold what's to come as we rise for an airful
Recede again into it behind us trailing futile concern
Reality's back hear Crow cry out be careful
We roar from the mountains the world takes it's turn
Shell castle......
My head's made of sand in the shape of a shell,
Top caved in, see inside, see and tell,
My shell drinks the sun down it's spiral curls well, carving my story, transforming my hell,
Spiral river inside me and out through the mouth,
From south to north then around back to south,
Aiming on the way up for perpetually north, we all grow so tired from all this back and forth,
Flying up to the sun to become what the rays, feel of my shell and the end of my days, sandcastle body sitting upright, doesn't crumble goes warm in the wet of the light, from my chest a drawer opens and out my heart fell, now await for my love to climb in to be held, dying is hatching I peer through a crack, projecting my thoughts and then bringing them back, Nothing is alive there is no such thing as dead, the stream shapes the sand that makes up my head, seeds in my hand the words that she said, to rearrange the river bed
There was a painting my mom threw out with other unfinished and finished ones that went perfectly with that one.
so um...
"family matters" (right now I shall call this one)
Further from beginning
Further from the whole
Further from the family
Make the world a whore
Fight for an eternity
Already won
Fencing in your crops
Nurturing no one
"Pride of Nothing" (I might as well call this one)
Completely alone was a nothing that felt, intuition desire for the ultimate self, where not alone but now separate and needing be whole, the empty place for reconnection with the rest of the soul, dignity grace in each entity's name, and the freedom received when released from the game, even questions that both sides would equally blame, pleasure from the pain of the shame
"poison"
The soul is infected with poison
As people who don't feel their reason
Fill the void with force
And filth as extremes are sought
At all costs
The entirety I hope and believe keeps its form
Unaffected but for it's stomach turning
Pain but only within a wholeness to wake to
A dream in the fractal womb
And futile our attempts to be anything but exactly as we have created ourselves
Asleep and fetal within it
"not the end"
Division from the fear, decision from the pain
Division from the hunger and the wetness of the rain
Division from the pleasure
Reunion of compassions
Division of the walls that separate what holds our passion
Reunion of the spirit
Reunion of the friends
To truly separate what simply should and should not end
And here's one touching on my grandmother
Nan Day
early noon while the sun shone as bright as it can
sort of sun upon rising reminds me of Nan
I left on a walk having nowhere to be
cause a bird by my window told of much more to see
and I wasn't hungry or sleepy or stalled
had no food and it felt like a dream after all
into sympathy seemingly rested the devil
elevated but with all the world I was level
distant mountains of molecules moved in their system
you could still fry an egg on the rocks if you missed them
I saw artifact shrapnel agleam in the sand
saw two little paisley twins skip hand in hand
it was time for the bells to chime on with your day
but it all rang out so right on cue though to say
that this day is for all of us feeling as one
lasting forever just follow the sun
behind and before you lay sleep and disaster
and now is to say only you make what's after
