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May 2013 · 427
your irrelevance
a m a n d a May 2013
you think you are bright
because you are better at the game than i.

that is all it is, a game.
and so you are not that very special.
       you don't need to be distracted
                  by the burning gases and stretching matter
          that fight endlessly above us.

i don't see how it's relevant,
that you can move straight forward
             and i only in  h a l t i n g  steps
                       with frequent and suspicious looks
to the right
                 and to the left

my withstanding of this charade
        is coming to an end
i must be prodded back into place
          i must be shown the way forward
(though i know all the time that it is a trick)

let us all pretend that we feel at home
and that everything is alright
May 2013 · 448
the gap
a m a n d a May 2013
synapses snap.
permit me to pass.

sun sustain light
sun invade cells
sun create life
a m a n d a May 2013
space is vast
and the wood is wild
the waters are dark and deep
this is as true as my love
as keen as my discerning eye
and discriminating sense
when it comes to you.
i saw you.
without haste, i watched.
i listened
like an owl in the night, my eyes gleaming under the light of the moon.
i learned the rhythm of the man,
and in love i joined the dance.

in the light of the sun you shone like music
your face a radiance that warmed those near
your voice soothing, a weapon on my heart
fingertips on strings….whispers in ears…hand in hand.

dreams awakened
ideas shared and seeds beginning to grow
lazy afternoons under blankets
quiet afternoons
walks around the neighborhood
subtly scented smoke dancing in the warm breeze
I knew you. I saw into you from the start.

what you do not know of yourself, i know for you. and i love.
of this you can be assured.

shining metallic futures
brilliant, advanced, and p o s s i b l e
   so close….r e a c h i n g
together reaching
for truth   and sense   and purpose
for the future

two peas in a pod
masked the harshness of the truth
we saw together in the world


without beckoning me to follow
you turned from the shining of the light to the deepness of the wood
with hard eyes a dark magic was summoned
a desire in the man i could not fulfill
I reside in the vastness of space.
of love   of possibility   of life

you reside in the deepness and the wild of the wood
you require a final song of love to a dead man walking.
in your sleep i have wished you well.
in your sleep i had whispered for fate to grant your health your wellness and your happiness

the ocean deep beckons
wet eyelashes and big brown, searching eyes
my love i am here
    what you are seeking
you refuse to see
i   am   right   here.

i can only watch in confusion and anguish at the edge of the deep
i am light and free of the tangles that snare you in the wild
you stubbornly refuse my gentle hand
reaching to pull you into the light

my love for you is without beginning or end
my anguish electrifies a growing empty space
thoughts collide, repel, attract

what i mistakenly took for a growing bloom
was a withering branch
what i took for honesty
was cowardice
what i took for love
was a black hole.
May 2013 · 621
just another bombtrack
a m a n d a May 2013
i perceive
the pull of  g r a v i t y
to contain more strength

it isn't personal
just more urgent
...it seems to have a job to do
(which is to pull me down)

i can't say that i'm fighting it.

that was a lie.

i am thrashing
with all my force.

i am crying my cells
right out of my ******* eyes

i am trembling and twitching
muscles exhausted and tense

my matter is interacting
in an unstable manner
  my particles could separate and collide
at colossal speeds
at any moment

connections are made
brain to arm to paper
repeatedly
words cook like chemistry
stewing and melding over time
and suddenly are done

colors
   lines
shapes
      f l o w
   m o v e
do not need  
r u m i n a t i o n
just
action

why the sudden emotion
the overwhelming
    sense of loss?

the tears
that stream uncontrollably?

everything feels wrong
but him
               and he is g o n e.

— The End —