#rightful
I suppose
if I could metamorphose
Into a new skin
with wings
and a bigger brain
I would.
I contemplate
that this fate
may not be
the best for me.
And yet
I wait
I will grow
and cocooned in the modern american sheen
Dream of wings
miles away
from an airport or two
across the bay
they wave
from boys in areoplanes
I know
there is great green valleys for me
with deciduous trees
and anemones
and bears that ski
on their big fluffy bellies
in the shadow of some upthrust rockface
I beat
the drum of ****** life
and think the heavy drought of thought
and drink
the steaming heat of dreams
I knew
when I was a zygotic mass
imbibed with life
and stolen with soul
That I would be
The best ****** butterfly
You'll ever see.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
There's power to the almost
To the action of leaning in but containing yourself enough to avoid
There's power to letting go
To prioritizing what's rightful,
Instead of focusing on what felt wrong
To put your feelings aside,
To focus on disciplining your mind
There's power to not allowing yourself to even imagine it
To soak up all the knowledge acquired through time and its period
And rather than act as a hero, to dodge the bullet
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
Coming dangerously close to the edges of humanity.
Eternal life forever questioned.
Look through the darkest hole.
Lazy eyes find nothing at all.
Abundant life lies beneath the surface.
Recurring dreams guide only the willing.
Dominate beings succumb to death.
Openly inviting others to join in.
Optimism gets you nowhere.
Rightful places are never known.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 2:07 AM UTC