Phenomenological

Jan 2018

Devin Ortiz

In pondering the blues,
Of folk music, writing, and culture
I began,
"What is my celebration of sadness?"
I thought.
I reveled.
Rebellion and the fall of man.
The toxic man, the cancerous man
Who filled me with hate, behavior
And most of all suffering.
I celebrate this fall,
In the beauty of change
In the beauty of self-love
And as I loved myself, I became
Able to love others, as I always had
But without borders, an empathetic truth.
To understand, accept and to struggle
With the human experience.
Which I imagine will always be the case
Struggle breeds change.
And it is that I am most thankful for.

#toxic #masculinity #power #acceptance #love #self #change #hope #human #experience

Phenomenological Jan 2018

Winter Wind

Passing wind,
a swarm of air
caressing skin
so sweetly
let you meet me
let you hold me
in that prancing wind
that tricks you
makes you think
that the piercing cold -
daggers through your soul
cannot hold you any more tightly
than that smooth summer air
so fall back
and rejoice
in those dancing waves
of wind
a hurried chance
till summer comes rolling
rearing above tepid clouds
to greet in
exalted expectations
that searing blow
of a summer prance

I honestly love this time of year, even though, sometimes, the wind can make it a little TOO cold.

#wind #cold #summer #winter #seasons #passingoftime

Phenomenological Jan 2018

Smile

A simple smile to yourself
A love that never moves

#smile #happy #simple #couplet

Phenomenological Jan 2018

Heart in the Wind

I don't understand the way
My heart flutters in the wind
A paper bag caught
On streams of air
That swing it back and forth
Till it finally settles
Then is sweeped back to that
Blizzard gust
To swoon in the power of epic wind
Only to become limp
And fall
Impotent to that shadowed movement
Of love in the wind

While the wind is harmless,
That within it is not
And fluttering so softly
That paper bag
Swiftly smothers and suffocates
A single poor figure.
Only to be let go
And hurt
Again
And again
And again

To be left, on the ground,
Limp and lifeless
Like a paper bag
A mutilated corpse
Cut through a thousand knives
Beaten through a thousand drums
Leaving nothing but a twisted figure
Caught in its own inexorable misery.

As the paper bag
Fluttered
Ever so softly away.
My Heart, tied in a paper string
Caught in the wind

Phenomenological Jan 2018

Choice

To act in indecision
Which may peter down the road
Of a life not deserved
Or to act in a decision that hurts
Immediately and strongly
But may lead, later,
to a life all the happier

For is a break
To that mythical better place
A better chance than none at all?

#choice #path #love #relationships #breakups