Traveler

The moon showing me the true state of lunacy
I wish to do you justice in word
Though I am in flux of my many
The variance detectable
I proceed...

You took to Source the question at one and a half revolutions
Returning only to immediately be called back for review
Upon second revival
the weight and shadow of All trailed your beam,
holding in insidious incubation,
having already stolen your core defense at the exit prior
This life presenting ever fluxing clarity with the mirror of existence
This earth providing what the body cannot sustain
Immediately forced to reach beyond
Being both the challenge and the song
Your energies are in constant draw
Constantly searching... seeking
What is sought by the journey is the challenge of outwardly being
On approach the recognition of similar paths etched into and left in shaded chill
now touched by this lifelight
How the portals surround and illuminate the deepest crags of my experience
Unwittingly caught by these various gravitational pulls, simply being in your presence,
my rawly exposed pits filled with this light which begs for the break of a cyclic constant
This light pushes
Pushes to challenge
Pushes to feel
to create
to reach
to embody
to play the song
my song
which I've left by the wayside
You needn't recognize what you carry for me
This draw may only be a knock toward the opening within
Though the song will play I have no need to know it's course
Here and now and moment to moment
The intensities of similarities afford a satisfying release
As if I've found myself in male form able to rise to and succeed where I have left for want
This is not envy
It is celebration
Celebration of your existence
Of simply knowing you are.
For now my body calls to rest and heal
I hope to meet you, kindred being, in our other planes
If not in this one
Good morning

Dark Ages

larvae at the wound
Disregard, her inflictor
live flesh now their course






"This sleep of forgetfulness will not last forever." -Petrarch

"Vote" -Those with the faith the corrupt machine can be made anew using the same parts.

"Your words make it awkward"

muscle memory
in cadence
to point in tone
smoothing every over with rattle
the build to common
bicker
in wads of facadal futures
compacting your observation
into speckled weight

"We're gonna change all that"

"That's what I'm here for"

And I
on the receptive end
flowing through treks of padded
soft billowy plains
knowing you are immersed in
the frigid war

bombarded dissection
tugging from the mean
jostled into and from
the ever cyclic whirlpool

binary
dichotomous
either or

"Walking in Rhythm" aka "Sould"

the flux of overwhelming audiences
All warble in disappointment
to the murmur of another odious love poem

hollow
I am many

rarely do I feel the norm of me
whatever that is
wherever that may be

this is not my journey
it is that of Many
and "I", or the recollections there of, am rapidly fading

perception
sutured with constructed hints
venally grasping toward purpose

watching the workings at a distance
experiencing the tumultuous veering
while drowning in welled up
great salt lakes

vacant and vapid
clutching to the echoes
the tidbits of magnetism
and the conundrum

all sputtering the incantations of naiveté's sting

"left... empty...ready to be filled again"

wrapped

This is not the time for this
careful with your moments
ticks the talk of all

focus
this is the edge dear heart
this is where all will come crashing down in flit and folly

nose to the grindstone

will you do what is necessary for this to burgeon
or are you left in the sheer
coated in thick wisps of nothing

oh yeah,
    everything

left wretched of nagging circumstances
common relating
common judgement
the norm of it all

here
yes, here

and i wonder what could possibly be next

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