Tue. Mar 31st, 2020

5 thoughts on “perpetual notions

  1. love and heartbreak
    hope and hopelessness
    bright future and black clouds.
    Life is a movie
    your movie, what do you see through
    of crystals that you bought.

  2. I, the way
    went south
    that day

    in polarized night
    anxiety in tri/light
    standing in a
    myriad of crystals.

    I, the way
    washed words
    away;

    know
    they came across
    seas floor
    bubbles the dark

    popping shadows
    night-mares
    herd galloping,

    as I said:
    a new life lit optics
    wanders doing
    what lays undone

    a song unsung
    the tangy verse
    correlates
    all packed up

    in passing
    in wait
    in it
    in stasis
    in leaving
    infused
    as one

  3. I walked a hundred and a mile,
    I walked with my eyes
    in a bright future.
    walk on beautiful paths,
    and discovered on the way
    that your eyes deep
    they were my bright future.
    that your red lips,
    my beautiful path.
    that your words
    mark the destiny
    of my life with you

  4. freedoms grip

    i’m sitting
    sitting on the balcony
    with a beer and a joint

    write something

    are there enough words?
    a simple poem
    stripping details

    our time under the moon and stars was dark
    reaching for light
    trading turns
    reaching for stars
    giving up
    painstakingly
    beautiful
    tragic

    sitting in silence
    why?
    it was louder
    sleeping alone together
    cries
    tragic

    a tragic fairy tale?
    no.
    modern tale?
    no.
    both playing out the relationship before we met

    boy sees girls profile
    boy says something charming
    girl ignores boy
    boy doesn’t give up
    fade to black
    tragic

    i’m sitting
    sitting on the balcony
    no beer and half a joint
    basking middles
    the now
    elegance at play
    sitting
    writing
    reading
    rewriting
    reading
    learn
    reacting
    love
    acceptance
    what’s next?

    i’m thinking
    i’m thinking on the balcony
    with no stimulation
    freedom has whiter knuckles
    tragic

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