..once upon a minute, you know,
you told me to let the bubbles be..
to think beyond, think at least,
to think the possible, and what
seemed to not be; to not destroy
the illusion, the play; to let go,
to stop repairing, to let the chinks
be, and again, to let the bubbles be..
through plague and question, that
i let in; i sorted, i damaged, to see
any sign, any sense; failing, i still
sort; and walk, because i know no
better, and like to believe will reach
where the bubbles are allowed to be..
my constant is your understanding
i may not always agree, or even
comprehend oftentimes, but it is
what centres my balance; i pray
that you will solve my mind awhile; and
till around the bend, let this bubble be..
till that time when the knowledge
is too great, finally, i admit i do
wonder what it would take; and
fear the most,that judgement day
beyond that, beyond beyond,
when I return to the minute
when you told me to let the bubbles be..
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
(k)no(w) (k)not
all grown up – well, almost
the falls, the cuts, the scars to show
the stifled sobs
the road relentless,scarce a pause
to what purpose, to what end, did i ever know?
all ready to set free – well, almost
the good, the better, the warmth to show
the bad,the ugly
the wounds hacked repeatedly
what would stay, what would leave, did i ever know?
all ready to leave – well, almost
the person, the spirit, the memories to show
the anti-, the con
the push and shove to move on
my choice not to keep, only let go, did i ever know?
change beckons? never again, or ever now?
time calls? hasten forward or hark until?
life wonders? an old beginning or a new end?
the previous I know now, but these i donot still…
Thursday, August 13, 2009
pleomorphism...
the parameter of the challenge of my thought-
as well as the bastion to be rendered nought
the cheer in the egging crowd, the jeer in the anti-, the course of the contest i laid out
the standard bar rise to be met-
the rise of the bar i comparatively set
the prize of the success you always sought, the success of the prize you never got
the variable in the final
the tend-ing to the zero of the infinite
the acceptance in the denial
the contradiction in the tautology of wr-ight…
as well as the bastion to be rendered nought
the cheer in the egging crowd, the jeer in the anti-, the course of the contest i laid out
the standard bar rise to be met-
the rise of the bar i comparatively set
the prize of the success you always sought, the success of the prize you never got
the variable in the final
the tend-ing to the zero of the infinite
the acceptance in the denial
the contradiction in the tautology of wr-ight…
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