teetering

release the weight

let go of the worlds
which envelope your spark

the real will sink deep

past the vicious viscous volume
of the norm of common relating
now glazing the measure of our actuality
as we suffocate in the complacence of dualities

all is required

the drag of the years
and fears
and regression of past grievances
all your hard and heavy

allowing the sloppy sludge of expectation and mediocre relating
to slide off our lustrous truths

all the confounding shaded beliefs
all of the lessons missed
and gone awry
impeding our progress

sink deep past all of this with me

past the foul filigree of embellishments
and burdensome masks

to where the heavy is no longer seen as such
and the weight sinks beyond our recognition as is

with the distance traveled in union through time
enough to configure our dance

it will not be felt
it will not be measured or observed

to where every day is new and light
keeping us centered
without doubt
without the complaint of misconception
and imbalance
in order to bring clarity and vision to this winding spiraling existence

to reveal our truest form of self
there is where we were always meant to share
the light of our purest purpose

come see how you shine

miscontrued crack aka runny catharsis

confounded
by the weight of being

the constant nag and tug
at my skeleton
laced at the collar
to worlds

worlds with
methods
requirements

as does this one
the one I met you in
the one you comprehend

there is no separating one from the other
in my experience

your worlds
so loud to me
plowing through
from the other side
squealing out expectations
judgments

as a result
apprehensive in what my involvement means
apprehensive in what my detachment means
I am not alone in this
yet I feel so helpless

seeing these worlds
so small within
melding with current situation
the how
the why
the ignorance
and yet
the beauty of it all

you elucidate my deepest apprehension
in jest
there is a place you hold
urging me to regress

it is cold and self serving
it does not realize
there are two
in this relating

is my perception accurate

will you hold on to this
simply because I do all
and you
contented by my eagerness to please
enough to not give a second thought to my circumstance

how do I convey the things you would rather not discuss
the things I've been held from discussing

am I strong enough
to walk through
this convoluted mine field
of normative means
somehow
keeping it's daily challenges
manageable

my hesitation simply means
you are unaware of this plight

it is something you must recognize
now
though because you do not
i simply haven't the will
or energy
to make this necessity known
or understood

the days will tell

"ten thousand trillion times weaker"

you may not hold me


down the line
of eager gazers on


you may not wince
at the sight
of what all in queue
on cue
would consider
unsightly


the simultaneous gasp
of the multitudes
at witness to
disheveled
ever fluxing me


pure animal


a Higg's field
awaiting the switch flip
stuck near off
or gradient increase
thereof


and what is slight


my frame
my will
my concern
my love


detached and altogether

wavering in balance

omniscient in ignorance


a clutch
in it's sweetest melody
reeling in it's web
off the feed line


and there you lie
with your soft belly
choking on the air
keeping you complacent


oh how the ecstasy
of youth's myopic mode
told us worlds


the fruit of your moment
bore you in English
and he delights in the sounds
from which I find comfort


while you
learning
from the echoes
of which your mother took hers


the repetitious told story
the common plot
the nature of animals
of what it was to crave and collect
edited for airplay
what this world has so obviously violated and weathered

and now we sit with the result of this rusted festering heap
gawking at each other in judgment as if it all meant so much



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American Crow

Tangible
The costumes of grand conclusion
Onerous as the air
of conceding to your own folly

I cower
as a violent murmur lurks
where none suspect

Hardly the ideal of your perception
as my crystal injection admits
it's the idea of
which makes it a must



“We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered.”
—Tom Stoppard, Rosencratz and Guildenstern Are Dead

mismanagement

the sticky sweet curtain of predictable stages has been drawn


plodding empty headed to and from dusty corners
eager traffic kicked up a suffocating cloud


unable to find myself in its figuring
I cough out in protest to clear the pathway


visibility has altered all


the mechanism lays deep within
and its quality is mirrored in the dissonance
of your breath
deep fried in the oily soup of everyday's everyday


the heat and the haze
covers your heads, hands, and tongue


unobservant to the reaction
of the constrained


you float in future scenario
with blinders
and I
weighted by ubiquitous plots
seek to find a means to drop the build


be still and know
desire of the common route
requires the dissolution of individual essence


the cherished bits
found amongst the crescendos
of times and people
are not acknowledged in your method


malleable will never be synonymous
I do not belong to
or wish to be made part of
the broad and average


eliminate expectations
out of the time we spend


it requires more than management
open yourself
to see outside of yourself
maybe then
you will see me

corroded diving board

Here we are dear soul

standing on the precipice of uncertainty

loading each other with sweet puffy plumes of smoke

blinded to the thing we approach

this subtle shift in forgetting what we’ve tripped and slipped on

becomes a lotus eater's ease

I fear the serenity I sense to be all 1’s and 0’s in overload

I hear the ingrained manner

speech weighted with expectation

echoes of detrimental ideals

linger in your quips

loom out of your ever unaware bombardment

Both slicked with immediate experience of Being too soon

to figure what that actually should consist of for each alone

I can still feel the oil from your cheek

coating my dehydrated lips

thick and palliative

initially it jarred

I was in the superficial

when that curdled up

Days past now

and I settle in thoughts of instigating a retreat from the plank

to grab your hand and calmly turn from the immediacy

Yes, the ease of your temperament

gentle touch and

soft spoken words

All salves to my sore and inhibited heart

Yet, there are ways to figure into the useful

Jumping is not one

daycare

infinite cycles of divisive control

took consciousness captive

forcing arrest

upon whispers

toward its antithesis

 

the raucous feed

of puissant addictions for dominance

obscure wisdoms of innate radiance

which collapse to the whims

of the obvious incessant clangor

 

daily reveal of grit and gloom

of falsehoods and betrayal

muddle any attempts

for mapping out less destructive paths

and the immediate route to reaction floods

 

anchored to this shrill machine

the shine needing no announcement

felt without action

without utterance

now drowns in screeching suppositions

moments are sent

for gathering information

from intrinsic intelligences

so small and imperceptible

yet infinitely expansive

placed and willed amongst the chaos

to exasperate the fuss and lashing burn

allowing recognition of this welcoming murmur

with the hope familiarity becomes second nature