One is forgiveness
and two is addiction.
They are not my hurts anymore;
they belong to the one I still hope to explain.
She couldn’t hurt me.
Shadows are drawn
In the light.
They take to being found out,
Because they’re there to show us something.
They arrive and depart,
Hoping we’ve been expanded.
Person 1: Would you prefer to love or be loved?
Person 2: Be love.
Zap dang crock and then the pages fall off
for what is the true blue egg of the dragon going to do
when all around is full of mud not even worth listening to?
I don’t think it at all, it just happens.
You know what the outburst from friends in the city
said racing their flags to the ocean>
I do belong here
Embrace me and take me to London
We’re always so everywhere
Are we not Frankensteins watching the outbursts
The whales with the dolphins
The funnels with the water
We’re a meaning to make it all better
The logic to make it all clearer.
Not clearer, it’s not.
So tell me
Trying is brokenness.
It’s not even noon.
Calm down if it’s all about all your potential.
But if you want change
just let calm take control
No, that I guess doesn’t sound right.
You can be control,
So then don’t let them have it.
But no one’s control
and then you have the answer.
I guess, but then who really knows.
Broken eggs won’t become mulch
No, that isn’t true.
You can’t know.
Frozen tendrils align,
uplifting into chasms
where the water drips away.
In all the ups and downs,
directions, they are endless.
Falling to the empty skies
abysses call and comfort.
Plants will grow up into heavens, into earth,
and into every moment.
Trains move through rain
that doesn’t take
in order to initiate
a state worth knowing.
Often rebuked, yet always back returning
To those first feelings that were born with me,
And leaving busy chase of wealth and learning
For idle dreams of things which cannot be:
To-day, I will seek not the shadowy region;
Its unsustaining vastness waxes drear;
And visions rising, legion after legion,
Bring the unreal world too strangely near.
I’ll walk, but not in old heroic traces,
And not in paths of high morality,
And not among the half-distinguished faces,
The clouded forms of long-past history.
I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading:
It vexes me to choose another guide:
Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding;
Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.
What have those lonely mountains worth revealing?
More glory and more grief than I can tell:
The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling
Can centre both the worlds of Heaven and Hell.
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
fragments of the ether
are not ever going to fly away;
they stay there floating softly
she’s spent her life in hiding,
waiting for the future
she hoped one day would come