#germination
They call it madness when a man
knows the rain by name
and still walks out to meet it.
I have been versed in your absence
longer than most people
have been fluent in love.
The distance between us
is not geography.
It is the only honest thing
either of us has said.
Some call this devotion.
I call it reckoning.
The body keeps its own marks —
what it opened for,
what it refused,
what it memorized
without ever being asked.
You were the question
my nerves veins
answered before I could.
They buried me in
the machinery of it.
They were thorough.
They were certain.
I am what germinates.
Dark is where —
the deciding happens.
There are people watching
who have already written the verdict.
They are not wrong about the facts.
If you understood these tears
they would be pearls.
Else it is just the sea.
See I'm not ashamed
of the ocean
I apparently contain.
I have looked for you
in every city that moves too fast
to notice it's grieving.
You were the one thing
I couldn't make legible
by studying harder.
Take the crown.
Take the palace
and everything you needed
me to stop feeling.
I kept the knowing.
I keep the feeling.
The seed doesn't negotiate
with the soil
about what it intends to become.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 6:00 PM UTC
..as I dream the roots eat me away..
As the roots eat me away, I dream of me..
Like a hole, the wound is where we grow
As we bore the nurtured seed unfolds
Plastically mending it bends to reach the essence
The intended ascension vitaled in presence
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 2:03 PM UTC
Please,
when you’re planting yourself in someone’s heart, make sure that there is enough sun to begin with, before you start.
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 9:09 AM UTC
Love is watching seeds grow and blossoming into flowers,
knowing that only you have planted them.
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 10:55 AM UTC
Gemination sundered
the pollen,
cleaved from the stalk..
Redeemed from its
betrayal of peace..
influencing the toxic earth..
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC
the sprouting wedding oceans burns,
trembling hymns of ****** appeal,
plumes to spread like butterflies eaten in flames,
prayer churches spawn the light,
web of magical design,
hive sheltered in the sublime Universe.
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 2:24 PM UTC
i the wild seed blew in my youth
floating on the comfort of any wind
that would carry me high for a broader view
and a little closer to answers of truth.
no direction is sometimes a beautiful thing
responsible for what only concerns you
not landing long enough in soft sweet earth
to put down roots that always longed to grow.
i had dreams of a constant love to put seed into
but the high winds blowing outside roared like the sea
enticing me to be carried on the easy breeze
but the easy way is often a cold hard rain.
the wild seed was called by the high winds
blowing inside warming me with wanderlust
caught between two lovers was never a hard choice
because the high wind was my first love.
i blew thousands of miles and light years away
landed in the soft sweet earth of a girl
a childhood sweetheart often remembered
partly the reason I blew in that direction.
the seed lingered too long in one place
the roots got a foothold in the soft sweet earth
the high winds tried to pull up the roots
causing pain in me and the soft sweet earth.
the germination of the seed caused more pain
seed to maturity isn't the easy way
each stage causing new dimensions of pain
though pain can also be the sweetness of love.
through decades and millions of light years
I have grown in that soft sweet earth
two more seeds and deeper love stemmed from it
as I ignored the tempting lure of the high winds.
but I still listen as the high winds call
sharing this pain with the ones I love
waiting to one day fly high as I once did
though it could never be the same as before.
she too was a wild seed flirting with higher winds
now waiting with me to one day fly again
as we watch our children sail in their high winds
both of us feeling the roots being pulled
and the winds starting to lift us to blow concordantly
in a higher wind than either of us have ever known.
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC
So many are filled with hostility
hostile world, we're living in
in a place of constant volatility
volatile minds, never giving in
this world needs new possibilities
possibly, we can fix this place
place me in a world of viability
viable living for the human race
will we ever sow the seeds of fertility?
fertile growth for all of mankind
mankind needs a brand new civility
civil ways should be re-defined
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC