don't ever forget
to drop to your knees
and be
grateful
for opportunity
lowered by winged white
into laps lonesome
this chance
this life
yes, free will
is yours as well
but, these moments
the not-so-subtle nudges
and the whispers that surf the wind
after it stands still for - so - long
don't forget
to be grateful
for that
could-be bestowed upon us
marked, holy
we are pocket blooms
of clover fields
lucky
the fates toil not
this hard
unless
sacrosanct potential brims
not just for us - but, to share
there will be so much
it will overflow out of us
and we will laugh, humbly
at scarcity-fraught mentalities
so, thank you
for being exactly who
you are:
beautiful boy
with tarnished halo
(no worries though -
I will lick it till it spit-shines
and polish on my gold-flecked fleece)
and your basketcase
of trinkets blathering
contents crooked
and bizarre
(BTW, I still loves them)
if you were not, precisely
these psyche spatters
and glitch patterns
you would not
have given me
a second glance...
we will make picnics
out of our spastic baskets
finding we can dine on the grist
and feed the eyes
of our hearts
so, I say yes to us -
no matter what
we are:
friends, editors, syntactic twins,
long-distance synaptic co-captains,
creative cohorts rapping across easels,
and perhaps even, angelic mirrors
worshipping at bioluminescent altars,
getting minds, hearts, insides glown
w i d e open by white splatter streaks
blowing phosphor all over this space
that definitely exists
in us
...
I'm cool with whatever
though
:)
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
don't ever forget
to drop to your knees
and be
grateful
for opportunity
lowered by winged white
into laps lonesome
this chance
this life
yes, free will
is yours as well
but, these moments
the not-so-subtle nudges
and the whispers that surf the wind
after it stands still for - so - long
don't forget
to be grateful
for that
could-be bestowed upon us
marked, holy
we are pocket blooms
of clover fields
lucky
the fates toil not
this hard
unless
sacrosanct potential brims
not just for us - but, to share
there will be so much
it will overflow out of us
and we will laugh, humbly
at scarcity-fraught mentalities
so, thank you
for being exactly who
you are:
beautiful boy
with tarnished halo
(no worries though -
I will lick it till it spit-shines
and polish on my gold-flecked fleece)
and your basketcase
of trinkets blathering
contents crooked
and bizarre
(BTW, I still loves them)
if you were not, precisely
these psyche spatters
and glitch patterns
you would not
have given me
a second glance...
we will make picnics
out of our spastic baskets
finding we can dine on the grist
and feed the eyes
of our hearts
so, I say yes to us -
no matter what
we are:
friends, editors, syntactic twins,
long-distance synaptic co-captains,
creative cohorts rapping across easels,
and perhaps even, angelic mirrors
worshipping at bioluminescent altars,
getting minds, hearts, insides glown
w i d e open by white splatter streaks
blowing phosphor all over this space
that definitely exists
in us
...
I'm cool with whatever
though
:)
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