two poems
Ok, so i've been trying. I've churned out a few things, a few pictures. Done some reading, expanding on ideas and whatnot. Maybe no masterpieces have emerged but in time perhaps. And maybe some trinkets. We'll see. Anywho, there's a few things here and there i've got to gather that I wanted to post here. No personal updates right now. =) Just floating along, doin ok. Had issues with energy level that perhaps has affected my productivity and organization but I'm movin right along. Managed to get some cleaning done in the apartment tonight. Wooo YEA! also, got some interesting movies. The Darjeeling Limited, Atonement, and There Will be Blood, bought used, and I got the Tim and Eric Awesome Show dvd season 1 at walmart braaandddd fuckin spankin new...
err.. yeah, love those guys. Don't ask me why, cept I want their bodies. =\
but enough of that... onward to musings.
Forgive me if these are a bit long, if tedious, but I'm really trying to get better at this and I am utterly convinced I am capable of coming up with something decent, in time.
Spare, Change?
****
Through wind and rain
Sameness reigns
Though change continual
Seems surface truth
One knows within
That things do loop.
Water, Fire, Earth, Dust
Matter is the make up
Of physical self
And what else?
Science has yet to
Break the cusp.
Yet,
The absence of evidence
Is not the evidence of absence.
Or so we're told.
By makeshift mannequins
Wearing wool
To fit with the fold.
Grey flannel suit
Doesn't suit
The suit of clubs
And hearts will reign
When the earth
Becomes accustomed to change.
And sameness becomes
The same name.
Earth, Fire,
Wind, Water.
Heart.
By powers combined,
Can one manifest change
In an era of the same.
*
*
*
*
______________________
Between The Sheets
****
I seek solace between sheets.
Laid before me, pristine, neat.
In the world,
Souls infinite like sand
Drives me inward,
To satisfy my desire
With ink and pen.
My soul pouring out in ecstasy
To words that ring to truth.
Of experience. Of wisdom.
Of humor. Of love.
Of that which makes one human.
Yet, driven from
A womb of isolation.
How true can it be?
Can truth be derived from afar?
Yet one experiences.
But the sands
Infinite sands
Drive within.
What can become
Of one who seeks truth
Looking from afar.
Fear or shyness.
Keeping one from
A day in the sand.
Toes curling within
The smooth yet abrasive
Sea of souls.
Water rises and only then
Driven inward.
That day may come.
That one walks,
With shimmering plaster
Of encountered souls.
Back from the shore
To home.
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love you all, best wishes.
err.. yeah, love those guys. Don't ask me why, cept I want their bodies. =\
but enough of that... onward to musings.
Forgive me if these are a bit long, if tedious, but I'm really trying to get better at this and I am utterly convinced I am capable of coming up with something decent, in time.
Spare, Change?
****
Through wind and rain
Sameness reigns
Though change continual
Seems surface truth
One knows within
That things do loop.
Water, Fire, Earth, Dust
Matter is the make up
Of physical self
And what else?
Science has yet to
Break the cusp.
Yet,
The absence of evidence
Is not the evidence of absence.
Or so we're told.
By makeshift mannequins
Wearing wool
To fit with the fold.
Grey flannel suit
Doesn't suit
The suit of clubs
And hearts will reign
When the earth
Becomes accustomed to change.
And sameness becomes
The same name.
Earth, Fire,
Wind, Water.
Heart.
By powers combined,
Can one manifest change
In an era of the same.
*
*
*
*
______________________
Between The Sheets
****
I seek solace between sheets.
Laid before me, pristine, neat.
In the world,
Souls infinite like sand
Drives me inward,
To satisfy my desire
With ink and pen.
My soul pouring out in ecstasy
To words that ring to truth.
Of experience. Of wisdom.
Of humor. Of love.
Of that which makes one human.
Yet, driven from
A womb of isolation.
How true can it be?
Can truth be derived from afar?
Yet one experiences.
But the sands
Infinite sands
Drive within.
What can become
Of one who seeks truth
Looking from afar.
Fear or shyness.
Keeping one from
A day in the sand.
Toes curling within
The smooth yet abrasive
Sea of souls.
Water rises and only then
Driven inward.
That day may come.
That one walks,
With shimmering plaster
Of encountered souls.
Back from the shore
To home.
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love you all, best wishes.