#mindbody
Why have
I always
felt the need
to be someone
else’s property
when I was
planted on
this earth to
grow wild.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
the health (MIND|BODY)
the body is atrophying,
rising from the bed is an
exercise in handholds,
and wall grabbing, no falling failure
my whispers in the bed
of imminent death go
unheard as somewhat
desired, but not entirely, unsure, unsure
the blood don’t circulate
fast enough, streams slow
to sad songs Pandora has
accumulated and plays on, and on, and on
<*>
mind run by rivulets, fear floes,
courage-drowned, easy stuff
impossible, hard, beyond pale,
drowning in self-disgust and, hopeless
every deadline passes, dying,
easygoing no screaming, the
minimal, hard, beyond the pale,
the poetry is untraceable, untranslatable
the easy out is steps away,
illusions are illusory, delusions,
are stories you tell for amusement,
dreams are practice runs, for the long run
the poem words die on the vine,
scorned silence, best is past,
appropriate ignominy ****** iced,
so it goes, no minyan for the funeral, no ten
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 3:36 AM UTC
Being grows in earth
and the water of the womb
where heaven pools
its special nourishment.
Body, once born,
is a lone, flying crane
resisting with an energy
of singular intention.
But mind must live
in the world’s garden
among a few bright blooms
of insight, many thorns
of righteousness,
gnarled roots of rage.
The body’s path is straight,
narrow, its promise certain.
But mind must choose
at each which path to take.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 4:51 AM UTC