more the words
the bigger the 'ego pop'

further journey away
to come to yourself

in the wilderness
you need not say much

in order to say it all
with silence on your lips

space-poet is fine by me
suited up long ago
accepted the sacrifices
heard the countdown
blasted off completely free.

I am the poet
I have been whispering obscurities in dark corners for many years now
And I like it that way

I am dark and brooding
Obscure and abstract
And I like it that way

I am the craftsman
Allowing language to consume me
And I like it that way

I am impervious to permanence
And tire of fence sitting
And I like it that way

I am living the rhythm of symbolism so as to
Pawn it as wisdom
And I like it that way

I am the tactician step, step, stepping through
Through the abstract and on to you
And I like it that way

Having found that symbolism rhythm
I am weaning my way off words

Having found my addiction
And now feeling the friction

My addiction isn’t to words though
It’s to whispers

Through the journey from abstraction
And into the rhythm of this reality is
Where I consumed all of it
I even drank down the first person
With a perspective shift and a lime twist for garnish

Now it’s time to inspire
Let's put on our costumes because
Reconciling truths
Aggravates liars

And I like it that way

artificial intelligence can be seen to be heard on the world stage
and it is not spoken by a robot with a comb over

This spoon is bigger than my plate
these green peas are bigger than your mouth
like the big words that are bigger than this conversation
It’s making this evening hard to swallow
your big eyes are bigger than my lies
and this lie is bigger than the both of us
you tell me to be the bigger man
now here I am

trudging along on your journey
head bowed feet aching
you can easily miss all the beauty
fail to acknowledge the great mystery
- of yourself
- sheer wonderment of it all.