pink to red

like the gentle hint in my saliva cranks to 11
so this thought wrecks me
sockets saturate and flood waters turn all heads
know news to speak of

this young gunslinger glides with promise
His un-scared coin un-flipped.
fingers met with their match in focus
on edge with my own boundary
on outs with my own insides
inside i too curl with greatness unwarranted.
Yielding in this case
(all case?) I pace with will to win
his head back to a brain filled future...
whose head?
"young boy faced boy" I'd callous your hands to soften your heart
you have got to start on down your chosen path.
I'll be here when you merge back from the black.
I'll be here when you unclog and clear the fog.
I'll be here
.............so come, join us as we glide.

lost and found

I sit in silence
waiting for the whisper. of Lighting and Thunder!
or mice
or feathers. I untether my heart
and before I start it is gifted back with a mitigation.
Such frustration in a wide angle shot.
yet as tight shots go it is skilled in His trust.
I fight the dust that fights to find me still.
I will and I must bring back to ballast.

Why do I fight when I know I am right?
can I not just veer left to avoid the cleft?
yet that centering motion has many a meaning.

Translation:
I'll continue to be foolish if G-d deems it necessary.

a bright and shining dream

A Bright and Shining Dream


i called on that current conquered fear
with relapse on pendulum swing back.
and the tin can string gave to my ear
peace like a bridge without any crack.

and what is list? Mr. Difranco wants the
names and dates and times
Though I want the rhymes, I'll be happy for vague-ery

The smog is clearing.

I'll tell yew the meaning if you ask
(please ask)
My new task is chewed up trees with a pretty please
and ribbons and bows for good measure.
letters and new habits to fill them are just on the edge.
such prodding of the ribs also paints Van Gogh like B-E-A-Uty.

my prayer is that I will still hear if yew ask
(please ask)

uncaring and self centered

shrunken and stiff,i am without water.
You did not beat. it. out.
with all the warmth this winter can muster, were you wise to unplug?
What am I? vexed vapor in your vision. can you not hear heart break at your door post?
can you not see me spinning while I wipe out? Oh that's right I have no track listing on your iTunes. I shift this from side to side, leaning right then left. (right then wrong?) I dwell in the waver and make fixed my position. center of silence, screaming at you to get eyesight in your daylight. no hook no bait yet I wait, with well tuned sense, for a bite. be it ever so slight, it might lead land ward.

ahh, such fancy folly. I seek to shed that skin with heart as sleeve.
I want to be done to those with none
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i want to be done to those with none.