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.

Swift to Sift

Rising anticipation, a bated breath,

hums the thrum of changes collecting

in the well of wishful dreaming.

Ankles twisting and knees bouncing,

toes upright with the hips rolled sideways,

impulse grips the cord of reaching.

More is not less if the arms are full,

empty is full of all that’s lacking.

Be still but not stagnant,

see, every day is a chrysalis

with the change being constant.

Reaping winds brings worry,

combing skies for answers;

rather to bury questions

and tread the growth for revelation

than sift the muck for a marvel.

what Wisdom

Wisdom is not created out of nothing, but rather, it is gained over time and distance.
Wisdom is a memory experienced for the second time with a new perspective.

Wisdom is first spoken softly in thought and second holds the loudest voice.

Wisdom is your fears morphing to angers that, once overcome, make you all the wiser.

Wisdom is the call to take heed, lest ye be afraid.

Wisdom is the question whether your experience is new and unknown or just a memory of another time and place.

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I haven’t found my place yet, maybe now is not the right time.

a Haze to Exist

I live on the edge of a sharp blade, suspended on my toes in a moment of constant contact with choices.

If I stand pondering each side and what lies over here and what waits over there, I’ll never get anywhere.

So I choose those sides with the most options for escape, searching for a dodecagon, always landing on an octagon.

Forgive me for being bluntly put, but, without light you’d never know a haze to exist.

The Evil Queen Explains

The Evil Queen sits,
ponders,
and prepares her thoughts.

I am open to criticism,
so don’t be afraid to give me compliments.

She laughs.

I know exactly how you see me,
exactly the way I imagine.

She raises her brow,
thoughts racing through her mind,
pictures.

Would you like an apple?

The apple glistens like a guillotine.

No? You and I both know,
that I really do have a heart.

She crosses her legs,
flips her hair with a sweep
of a worn out hand.

And it is exactly as black as you think,
maybe more black than you know.

The apple dances between her fingers,
as red as the first red you remember seeing.

Because of that, sweet child,
I will always know more than you.

She bites the apple to its core.