Who loves you the most?
Me.
question to self, and response
Who loves you the most?
Me.
Category: EL
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Eyes
skip left
and back right –
searching…
hoping:
is it?
was it?
could it be?
should I?
……
A rising crescendo of doubt
beats across your chest.
Sage decisions compromised
by lurking fears
that were never extinguished during sunnier times.
Now thriving and festering,
fear gnaws on what purpose and will remain.
Faith,
She has not left you.
so abandon her do not.
She will shoulder your load
until you are ready.
Until you fly.
yeah,
She’s good like that.
Cobwebs
Linger:
A first kiss
from beautiful girl,
and are just as lasting.
But there are more.
hermit
Growing,
in his snug little cave.
His snug, tiny, grubbly little cave.
He is among the ashes.
Ashes from days long gone.
Ashes that gather and taunt.
Ashes that sully and teach.
Ashes that cloud and mystify
past acts of passion-
past acts of folly.
Pick up that broom
and sweep out the hearth.
Get your house in order
for the school is in session.
The Teacher is in, and
The Master has arrived!
AWAKEN!
(you’re sitting in his seat)
Ghosts
“I shall remember”
But after time we forget
Tanty, I love you
Fleeting Summer; Imperfect Balance (and other related metaphors)
Faint whisper of a cool breeze
blows past dragonflies
Onto my dripping neck.
What was lost
now returns,
Slowly and surely-
Just on time.
Through this cycle-
Through this circle,
We are given opportunity:
Opportunity to create something new
within our ringed prison
of reality.
What will you do
with this time?
This perfect time between
Summer and Autumn?
This time between moments?
This time that only exists once-
except when it comes back.
Take this time
And swallow it.
Then let it swallow you.
It is yours
You belong to it.
Cleave unto
and from.
And build a sandcastle
For the coming storm.
Forest
Filled with trees
and shadow,
myth and
dark rumor
of what was
and what might be
lurking behind, and between.
Get lost
if you dare,
in that roiling
morass
of
Possibility.
Or,
run back to the village,
and be comforted
and fattened by love ones-
The forest will be there,
Waiting.
RESOLVE
Keep on
Truckin’
Keep on
Keeping on
If at first you don’t succeed…
Bla-Bla-Bla
Why?
Why bother?
For whom?
For what?
When is enough
Enough?
When do you wait for joy to alight onto your forehead?
When do you stop chasing it with a match up your ass?
why the persistence?
why the stubbornness?
Resolve?
No.
Resolve-
love.
Keep at it kid,
SHE’s still conspiring
to get you
what you need.
Fucking Jesus
Eyes ajar,
Yet souls are shut.
Sweat glistened bodies
reaching towards
infinite disappointment.
Looking so far
To see inside.
A sexy two way mirror,
observing
you
observing.
Suddenly,
The voyeur is gone,
replaced
by the warrior.
Gripping
Pressing
Grinding
Pushing
There is nothing to see
There is nothing to feel
There is…
Fucking Jesus!
Wow!
Jesus!
Fuck!
now breathe.
Welcome Home (A Poem From Mtoto George)
The smell of dirt.
heavy, dry, rich dirt,
rich with the history of civilizations-
before there were
civilizations.
Rich with life, and
Ripe with sorrow.
Nights darker than blue,
before the blues sang
to remember.
Welcome Home Brother!
come here and feel!
go there and smell!
come and be,
who you are….
who you really are.
who everyone really is
or was,
before they forgot.
before we forgot.
Welcome home brother.
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