I know not what it is of which you speak
When you do speak of the impossible,
For with every passing day I seek
To push myself whenever possible.
Things I thought were impossible before
I subsequently went on to achieve,
And know I am capable of much more
If only in myself I can believe.
How can anybody possibly know
What in the future might be possible?
For with each day we develop and grow
Do we not redefine our potential?
Each new day brings new opportunities,
Offering endless possibilities.

I can't fly without  feathers
So why are you putting me in tethers
I can't swim without fins
And still your sticking in the pins
And pulling off that little dolls limbs
Like right out of the fairytale grimms'

Your vicious as hell with that voodoo doll of twine
You made in my image so it would be mine
I constantly feel the shivers run down my spine

I don't understand why you keep me here entrapped
And leave all of our potential so untapped
Instead you think I must be kidnapped

It's trust that you're so desperately lacking
Wish you would just relize it's not me that's been slacking

I am as a willow in her old age
Whispering curious questions in my rustle
When the Santa Anna's blow
Holding answers in my weeping

I am as a skateboard riding pug pup
Marvelous to those who can still find novelty in a one trick pony
And those who will never meet me
Because I **** everywhere else but on camera

I am as a the coming tide
Coming in eventually
I swear
So long as the moon will let me

I am as left up Christmas lights in August
All things equal I will be worthwhile again
So long as the owners don't move
And they still like blue icicles next year

Going through thin sheets of todays
flipping pages - skip the guidelines
get straight to pictures like BOOM
quick gratification, emotion into your face
temples throbbing flashed
then soothing wave of indifference
press on the flash button,
drain the feeling aching
with absence but proud of it still.
Get your cold cereal in the morning
Follow up with sorrowful
Fate into oblivion
I'll pray for the bright grain
Of potential that once inspired me.

I threw the pills out today,
let them fly out the window
Will be greeting my anxious sister
With her eyes spinning out of context
In a few, but hoping she'll bring
her driven girlfriend along
I need to play with these passions
Can't spend another day in this swamp
Of passive submission
Gonna dance on the imaginary grave
Of my peace
Let the hell spin with heaven,
Nothing in between merging
At the edge of feeling
Too insane for the in-betweens.

Gentle fingertips, electrifying (Just)
the many nerve endings beneath
the Surface of my Skin.

Goosebumps chilling my spine
as kisses are feathers tracing my soul.
Light beings alongside wordless Language,
a dance between composers of a new Dawn.

Balance and fire, water meets wholeness,
Steam settling in the depths of coiled potential,
shifting and rising heartbeats are
patterned as the horizon of the Sun.

You put me on a health regime,
full of fruits, kale, and hummus,
you put me on an exercise plan,
and taught me what a burpee was.
You have always put me on something,
taught me something about myself or others,
actuated some facet of my potential, and for that I thank you.

© Matthew Harlovic

you are an optimist
and you see the potential in everything
but please,
do not see my potential,
see me as i am now.

Down I fall
Into the
Deep
Deep
Deep
Of restlessness.

In vain I shall
Try to encapsulate you!
To bind you with word
Or phrase
And keep thee
Until the end of
Days.

Vainly I will try
To plant you
Deep

Down

Within this
Restorative Earth.


Untended

These thoughts’
They grow.

Blooming spectacularly
Into
Hopes
Dreams
Intentions

So deep
Down
Down
Down
I shall
Fall       
Into this             
Soil,
The root of
It
All.           
          
Passions    
Boil  ­     
Waylaying my spirit         
With
turmoil .
I shall watch you

Grow
Grow
Grow

And I
Shall
Rest
On Your
Blossoms.
The shade
of your
Great leaves
Will
            Cover
                       Me