i dip my pen
into murky depths
of heartache
and laughter.
of loves lost,
but never forgotten.
i swirl through heady pools of nostalgia,
accidentally slipping into currents of melancholia.
and then
i write these words,
for you.
Category: What it is
alphabet soup hustle
letters
and
words
are sacred to me.
I use them
to create.
I connect them
to release my hate.
I juggle them
to relate.
I dance with them
to sketch my fate.
I quilt them together
to kidnap you
for some brief moments of time
and,
when you are in the grasp
of my grandiloquent bombast,
I drown you
in MY worlds
of joy (and fear),
and ego.
I want you to smile
and,
I want you to weep.
I
want
you
to
like
me.
I value myself,
without your praise.
I love
me,
without your clicks.
money cometh
&
money leaveth,
but the soul
(my soul
&
yours too)
knows
true love when it reads it.
What I create may be crap,
but I promise,
I’ll never shit on a page
and try to sell you gold.
“write for the soul
not the metrics” – Augustus Diesel
scene of the crime;
drizzling up from
the unter-ether,
deprevations burst
forth anew.
there is little time for reminisces;
the time is here,
and
now,
steeped as it is in the
foggy certainty
of buoyant youth.
worth
did you see?
did you see my words?
i wrote them.
for you to read, yes,
but
they are not yours
to own.
you may borrow them
from time-to-time,
but,
know that,
they are mine.
they are not for you,
they are
my currency
for love.
a love that bubbles up from
inside of me,
but is returned
to my chest from you.
so,
did you see my words?
Words
my words carry me back
from far away,
and will take you there too,
if you dare.
this is not a, “how-to”,
but a, “how-do-you-do?”
this ain’t no hustle,
just an invitation to fly
with me.
money cometh
to those in need.
but
wouldn’t you rather breathe
and be free?
break the chain(s),
and
dance
with
me.
Gravity
rising
and
flying
tumbling
&
falling
repeat
repeat
repeat
Shattered
dreams
or
windows,
take your pick.
the Truth will never lie to
open eyes.
but,
how can one look into the divine and not
burn?
we all burn.
all,
even you.
(but not me)
Routes
a missed connection
takes me
takes everything
closer, to where
I did not know
I needed to go.
familiarly,
&
gingerly,
blind fingers linger
and play
on strange keys,
worn from countless others
yet sweet to my touch.
but,
a horn blows,
and reconnecting paths appear,
filled with old stagnant fears.
i close my eyes…..
deep fallen thoughts soar on the wings of hope
I felt it pop
(my heart)
twice,
and i knew i was no more.
i was no
where?
i was nothing, yet
here i am
lost in a reverie
of sweet bewilderment.
what was never lost
cannot be reclaimed.
but what was misplaced
is lost forever.
a joyous life has no desire,
so i flow
with you,
waiting
for the wheel.
tie this knot
Unravelling a knot is a lot like sex.
tense anticipation.
false promises of near success.
pushing, and pulling, and more pulling,
and more
pushing, then….
release…..
limpness…..
relaxation.
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