Condemning yourself to an image you despise Forgetting the route to the essence of you... It’s in the taste. You are what you adore and Every bit of beat and scent and flavor You deeply Enjoy
Standing by the shore Staring your eyes out to Catch a glimpse of change Seeking it in the Water distorted by ripples Swallowing the waves Of aversion bubbling up To the surface of your Expression, threatening to Tear through the screams And tears of depair Stifling existence of being Hidden in plane sight Whatever could be different If I stay here and wait For the water to change my reflection? Change ... metamorphosis Run from desolation Scream for unity With the very essence of life The core of my nature That sings loud in the wind And fills me with contentment The very purpose of my Existence was berried so deep In the cavern of unfulfilled dreams Will I dive into the Unfamiliar water Allow myself to be carried By the current unforeseen Shall I stare while eyes can see Until the final darkness comes Or maybe... just maybe If the wind blows courage into me I can dive into myself Miles under the distorted reflection And be moved by the water Ever so slightly As I descend Towards the center of all things
Feed me a question darling milkmaid Not the nourishing liquid but a perplexing Openness of the vast curve with a dot Dropped like an atomic bomb What is left after all the ties are cut? Is there a but or an and or maybe... Multitude of dots to signify My directionless struggle To abandon the uncomfortable Safety with it’s dangerous allure And grotesque predictability Promising to swallow me whole As if the dark void inside I can’t let go Has substance beyond any measure What is left of the dairymaid After the king is settled for what was Expected Of someone else That he never was And they never knew And she never spoke up Waiting patiently For her women’s share of beating Hated more than hell So powerful she was in her Dangerous powerlessness Until the last breath She held herself under his thumb Proper girl, ******* held by the brackets Of what others couldn’t comprehend And the ear already heard And the eye struggled to find Spontaneity buried 6 feet under The past of shameful Helplessness The burning bush The king proclaimed A shameful rhetoric Which held none of his Essence
Freedom you ask for The glimpse of open sky And free pass to sing the song As it comes in rusty swirls And rainbow sprinkles Would you hear mine Just the same And realize Not every word is a gun Aimed at you as an object?