Sum Solution

I was ready to steady my gesture, to not impose upon you the note of imposture; I will not posture like a pasture but rather ponder some sun greater, some sum of a whole.

Then I found a hole, in the bottom of the soul, and I realized it was the sole solution to all life’s questions; I found that the whole was the answer.

And so I danced with romance in my heart, then became a part of my best with your best; a complete testament to attest virtue.

For in through and out, this tone of attunement has turned the page.

I lead with the sum solution of the heart.

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Druthers

I’d rather be elsewhere, out of this abyssal dream; for no longer could the woulds of yesterday propel me onward down this path.

To remain asleep would be akin to self-preservation but also equal its death.

I’d rather speak not, as my eyes open; for in this moment I can see more than words could become expressions.

To say that which cannot be described in speech would convolute its very meaning.

I’d rather wonder, rather than know; for knowing would mean no longer imagining.

To cease creative thought would mean to burst the bubble of divine inspiration.

I’d rather be awake rather than not be, would rather see rather than speak and would rather think rather than cease to inspire.

Self-Managing

You remember that time runs swiftly, but imagine there be no time and suddenly you’ve got infinity;

Infinity at your fingertips, infinity over your eyes and infinity under your skin.

Now you’re staring into a tangled ball of responsibilities and tasks in your hand, but imagine there is no entanglement and each becomes a jigsaw combining to fit the whole;

The whole of it all becomes complete and marks your achievements, the whole is comprised of many.

You start to feel a rush of momentum, an urgency propels you to fit pieces together into larger pieces to make a complete mass;

The complete mass is you, so you start to see just how the pieces fit.

All Things Good

I sit inside of quitting time

I can see the paradoxical rift,

The give, the take, the sleeping awake.

So long sweet swinging vine

Your tail would wag if I could see it,

The backward sway, the pulling away, the not today.

My mind becomes needles

Someone else’s work is better,

The itch, the constant twitch, the forward pitch.

Sounds like clouds surround me

I can never understand the dream,

The chase, the place, the steady pace.

Grinding up my feelings now

Loathing lost continents and distant stars,

The curious, the furious, the down right delirious.

Sight is feeling outside the real

This is how I become free,

The stand, the hand, the promised land.

Guile’s Beguiled Guillotine

Savvy are the wicked,
watching and waiting
for circumstance-

that moment where the atmosphere grows thick
and awareness between breaths intensifies.

In such a fog, only the essence of importance remains,
every hair stands on end-

a deadly blow is what’s to follow.

Enchanted becomes the light that does not pass go.

Stuck in a cloud like a light bulb,
intensity becomes the glory of daemons.

Angels sing the light to life,
guile keeps it tethered
in place for its purpose unveiling.

Keep your lights close and hold them dear,
box them up to keep them safe.

When the sky falls and angels cry,
daemons come to comfort the fallen.

Blades grow thick in fields of fearless anticipation.

If growth could speak, it would divulge
the wisdom of the universe.

In the dark, rocks grow where nobody’s looking.

Even the most lonely of crystals
becomes most cherished.

Lost heads look no more,
light slides on all sides.