Still we turn and turn
With the Earth.
As life after life
Fades into the ambience
Of time,
Still we turn.
Profound wisdom reverberates
Into static,
Beauty is lost to
A whitewashed history,
Gallantry evaporates like
Wisps of smoke,
And still we turn.
Even amidst all manner
Of strife and turmoil
And evil
The Earth persists.
It was turning
Before us.
It turns
With us.
And when we're gone,
It will continue to turn.

It just so happens


You and I



Are not so important



*After all.

I wanted to
Say those things that mattered.
Those soft words
That ****** minds,
Rolling lightly over
An oscillating chorus of strings
That build between
Those thoughtful pauses
In my monologue
And people would hear my words
And catch their breath
Because for a moment
They would be thinking
Bigger than simply themselves,
Because for a moment
They would be insignificant
And then the music abruptly stops
And I say those few words
That instill permanent awe
Into someone's understanding of life.

Instead I am here
With silence
But the music still plays
In my head
While I think those thoughts
That are beyond words
That no manner of poignant delivery
Can make concrete
And I realize that silence too
Is befitting of awe.
Because a single abstract grain of change
In my own personal universe
Has power enough
To scale into every last piece
Of existence that I make contact with,
And the pieces that connect with those pieces
And on and on
Until every perceptible unit of existence
Is touched by my one revelation
Discovered in the absence of words.
Such is the weight of silence.

"
I'm am tired of people asking me to smooth my name out for them

They want me to bury it in the english so they can understand.

I will not accommodate the word for mouth

I will not break my name so your lazy english can sleep its tongue on top.

Fix your lips around it.

"

What be more grandiose than poetry,

     expound at your own discretion,

   bottle sunshine, save it in a jar,

    tie an affectionate knot, spread it around

     flood desert mirages with flowing spirits,

speaks kindly and murderously about love,

  can tempt winds to uncoil temptation's gist

****** upon or written asunder desperation

    relentless in its seizing of human behavior,

magnifying moonbeams or star's decimation

    perfumed magnolias to winter's cruelty,

  call of the wild midst sweetness of fresh rhubarb pie,

infinitely vast in its incalculable grasp of predication,

  beyond limitless infrastructures 'neath fancied significance

Chasing significance grants meaning to the hollow,
only such a pursuit is a journey with a destination reached every step.

All your wounds
are only routes announcing destination
small cracks giving structure
to your being.

You are not broken
that's only your light*
breaking the shell
*claiming its place in the world.

I apologize if I'm too persistent in telling you that you matter to me and my heart in ways no one ever has. I've become melancholy in the thought of being alone since I have never been treated like anything but a waste of space and values on a clock. Years have gone by since I've felt like I truly existed to anyone for reasons beyond carnal need and emotional comprehension. I'm not accustomed to feeling a purpose. I've become distant from my own mental standpoint and blood-pumping center whereas I can find no direction. I've been abandoned by those who claimed they would never surrender. I've been damaged by those who stated they could never, would never, misuse me.
When you re-arrived in this shattered existence of mine and evaluated me as an actual being with sentimental value, instead of falling apart, I found myself falling together. Every last piece of me discovering the significance of who I am, always have been, and hopefully always will be. I lost multiple opportunities in which I could express to you the amount I care for your entire essence, I could beg to show you now. However, I will do so as you're willing.
Prepared.
Consenting.
Wanting.
You appeared in my life and became a part of the character I never expected to be. "Tu me manques." You are missing from me.