when I forget
who
when
I am
remembering
whom I do
not need
to be,
I look to the sinister
-but feel the warmth
opposed.
fearless,
untenable,
like the future I sought
like the present I fought.
I remember
to let go and
await the flood
and the wheel
and the fire that cools
and the thirst that quenches.
when I feel the truth in that mumbo-jumbo
I will know I’m building up mojo,
and,
that I am home
with me,
Again.
Standing toe
to
toe
against
your fears
guarantees
a knockout.
you may survive,
and stagger about
round after round,
but you never had
a chance.
Me,
I invited my fear to breakfast,
he was held up
so we made it a late brunch,
how shocked he was
when my death rushed over
to settle the bill.
you see,
death was worried
I would miss
my 11:00 O’Clock.
sweet cotton.
fruits of
earthly delight.
peaked
memories
never
to
be
realized.
but,
heavenly
and
devilishly delicious
and
sinful
lips
have transformed
to
enduring bonds
of
loving kindness,
respect,
and
love.
but damn,
damn
damn
damn…….
mmmm…
those lips.
Sometimes loss,
failure,
sadness,
hurt, and
shame
bear nothing more
than empty lines,
shallow thoughts,
and broken
promises.
to be swallowed by flies
fat on swine.
I feel it.
where are all the pieces?
I don’t know.
how they will fit?
does it matter?
are they all here?
who cares!
but…
shhhh,
I feel it.
coming together.
all
coming
together.
Is this what life feels like?
I like it.
I’m not hopeful.
I’m not fakin’ it to make it.
I’m not “knowing it will be”
I
just
feel
it, and
the feeling
is good to me.
release into the flood
ushers a peace.
preceding
a rebirth?
it is so similar
to the calm
preceding death’s
embrace-
as he takes your ego,
and the cosmos you know.
I am done running.
I keep my little death
at my side.
he’s not good at chess.
but he’s killing this puzzle
with me.
Can you feel
the miles, and miles
of open road
and
beaten trail
and rugged bush
opening,
and unfolding
before you?
will you be ready,
when Coyote
riding atop Wolf
and pulling Horse
summon you
to convene with Eagle?
Are
you ready?
because they left a note
for you
last night.
left it at your door as you slept.
they will meet you over the next hill,
if you leave
now.
what
are you
waiting for?
Patience and Faith.
Faith
and
Patience.
fantastic concepts indeed
but they don’t really
help
me
in the
HERE
and
NOW.
What of the Moment,
if we wait?
but
the wise Witch in the deep forest
and
the old sagacious son on the mountain
preach it.
and I guess they know,
right?
Pain comes,
pain never goes.
but
that is not so horrible.
pain is the seasoning
for the joys to come.
so fire up the oven,
a grand feast awaits us all.
On a road internal
there is a hiccup.
it
causes a giggle
inside.
or is that
the Universe,
laughing at me
Again.
She likes to laugh at me
when I’m most serious
and focused.
I’ll dance with you
sweet Arachne.
We will waltz and salsa,
and tango.
we can even
do the wop.
but,
my laughing giddy Cytherean Wonder,
we dance down This Road.
or we don’t dance at all.
Kicks you in the mouth
and spits on your pride.
Defecates next to your pillow
and always,
always makes you cry.
But you want more
because,
Love
is real.
you want more because,
you forgot
from where
Love really comes?
from where
You really come?
So you kick,
and spit,
And you shit.
Because
in her eyes
you find that Love…
Because,
inside
you find no
thing.
and so you cry,
and i cry,
and we cry
alone.
now
i know
what I knew
before
but forgot.
Sorry Babe
I strayed
for not too long,
but long enough.
won’t you come whisper
in my ear,
the next Great American novel,
or a fluff-piece,
exposé?
it matters not
just let me know
that you forgive me
and my wandering ways.
aMuse me,
One
Last
Turn.
i need you
to find
me
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