Energy radiates and traces my body with celestial tones I am more alive than I’ve ever been when surrendering to awe and wonder the same way my younger self fearlessly did
something about that glimmer hasn’t left yet, may never leave memories still have flavors to me mornings with a lake of flakes in my bowl or years and years later when a fried hangover cure restores me each month and its esculent flashbacks are a part of me a cell in the skin a beaten feather in the wing
something about the glimmer hasn’t left yet the Earth is still new and discoveries never expire: new scenery new explorations new chronicles in the cinema new kindred spirits new waves of audio new therapeutic solitudes all balancing out the new captivities new mistakes new mediocrity new unhealthy solitudes and more
until the body is a home base of homeostasis commensalism at its finest
but something about the glimmer hasn’t left yet, may never leave I outgrew shadows who doubted their expiration dates I don’t rubricate the sky in a rage anymore don’t let the heartbreak pause a pulse anymore don’t let misanthropy obscure who I see anymore don’t let uncertainty’s web catch me in a paralysis anymore
or at least I try
something tells me I’ll never “age out” of my hunger to live fully I know deep down you're similar your craving will not fade into cinders
Give me the sea and I'll drink it all of it Give me the sky and I'll blot it out cut it out leave the gaping earth barren of its liquid dressing and leave the sky naked of its blue face there is no compare that is not to say you are not enough for me not at all it is to say you are more than I could have desired more than I could have dreamed and I do not tire of you not in my darkest moments when I'm stretched thin and there is no longer a devil-may-care draped about my addled mind when my patience snaps when my jaw clamps my eyes droop my brain thumps against my skull not even then with the last vestiges of civility held in grasp not even then can I think to lash out at you not even when you poke or **** plod about my sensibilities maim my sensitivities not even then not even when you roll your eyes give me that long 'hmmmm - really...' I don't give in to the nagging, nigh satisfying itch to shake with rage and curse everything that stems from the womb I am cool as a cucumber placid as a windless lake I roll my shoulders flutter my eyelashes look you up and down say, 'My... my... tired aren't you?' Your shoulders slump Your efforts to topple me abate You nod your head curl up on my lap isn't it funny how comforted we become when we are offered solace in exchange for an argument that neither of us would win?
The first line came to me and I thought it was so funny. So I wrote out a poem for it and I hope you like it as much as I did writing it.
The bonsai grew all wrong Its branches outweigh the base And the wood is whispy and pale Without the spring a sapling entails It's big, much too big, too long A band stretched past its place Becomes a twig in impatient hands Pressured, and snapped, and palmed Bonsai's mature slowly With snow and vibrant leaves To rush things is more than lowly You've sold their soul you thieves