last night I awoke with a start:
my shoulder,
ablaze with dreams,
desire,
and action
spoke to me:
“What are you waiting for my beloved?
the adventure is beginning
and we are waiting for you.
do not go back to sleep,
come with us…
there is so much to do”.
True Story.
So now,
I’m an insomniac.
every moment,
a sunrise.
a renewal.
a chance for
redemption
and
truth.
every
single
one.
When your walk
causes others to talk,
or balk,
or calk
their receptors,
don’t stop being true.
just keep it moving
Baby, just keep doing you.
grasping for reminders
of less dismal times:
familiarity breeds false
comfort found in
routine
escapes
from fear,
flying fleetingly
-fantastical
hopes
and nightmares too.
the path to internal bliss-
lost,
to fear and habit.
lost,
to fear
and
reality,
Lost.
back, and back, and back you fall
to start again.
to start again.
the path never taken
that path dark and unknown
leads to different days
leads you on separate ways
blindly join,
praying for
the necessary
naiveté
Somewhere,
not too deep.
inside you-
inside me,
slumbers
a tiny Giant.
a wild beast,
caged,
and yearning
to see you,
and me,
free.
We each have a key
of terrifyingly brilliant gold.
but,
where
is the
door?
It’s OK not to be perfect.
We are not perfect.
It is impossible.
But that doesn’t mean that we have to accept it, and aim for anything less than perfection.
Yeah
It’s complicated.
espresso
was tasted in Lisbon
-I think.
it was small.
I really just wanted a hamburger.
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.
One-Two!
Jab-Jab…
KAPOW! (Uppercut)
It’s round 38,
and it’s a slopperknocker.
Complete and Utter Pandemonium
has come,
and it has
gone.
taking with it,
ecstasy and happiness.
weary prizefighters,
slick
with the sadness
and fear
that only lovers know,
gaze at one another
across the distance:
Eagerly
Dishearteningly
Expectantly
Resignedly.
The bell rings.
and they step back
into the fracas.
No longer a ring of love,
Two battered hearts struggle to survive.
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.
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