#simpler
"let us write cleaner, simpler,"
says my heart to my mind,
the mind replies,
(nay, whines)
wistfully professes,
"now, now,
all that's within, accumulated wisdom of nearly a century,
for want, for waste, let us
privy you a taste of elixir
of combinatory emotional
potions of our vast vascular vocabulary,
rambled scrambled
wandering among the
envisionings, insertions,
criss crossed propositions,
lay before you simplistic
complimentary complications,
take the adventurous down
a warren of rabbit holes,
let them happily be lost,
deep delve, into mysterious
confusions
let not the joy of
the unraveling journey
be sacrificed on an altar
of absolutism of
clean brevity
never ever
use but one word,
when
a tapestry
can be summoned!"
so we conclaved
and agreed to disagree,
and we each wrote home
May 2, 2025
May 2, 2025 at 11:13 AM UTC
The drops are so much deeper,
and the highs aren't high at all.
Ongoing expectant measures listed,
of these persistent calls to pressure.
To fill a frame that's drained,
when switching off is no longer an option.
Are these real problems or signs of age?
Before was easier, yesterday simpler,
but would the early days help to mould,
when you've already grown from there.
Late observations of missed play,
a rug pull calls out the fool to vacate.
As we're a little bitter in vain,
there's no sweetness today.
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 12:06 PM UTC
Look towards the simpler things
On a different frequency
The sun is shining
Sky is blue
Grass is green
Take time to sit then think
Form a rhythm
When in need
Breathe deeply
There is value to be found
from the free
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 4:23 PM UTC
Our youth is ending,
Ginger beer and snickers bars swapped for cheap ***** and cold laughs
Drip drip, the bottle spills
Drip drip our limbs spread out
A harmony held high over our heads
We swim down stream
Our stomachs to the sky
All scales and notes and melodies
A song composed in an series of summers
A song sung through the rocks, our finger tips glow
Stinging,
slipping,
stuttering
A stutter, a song stuck in motion
An unspoken emotion, stays behind
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC
The simpler life becomes,
the worse it seems to be.
As things turn to basic,
for both you and me.
Take my hand,
elevate me far away.
Bring me to the place,
where there is no dismay.
Where the birds sing freely,
where the skies never turn grey;
where we can both live happily,
and our souls will never fray.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 5:37 PM UTC
It's strange how
there are pros in golf, medicine, and even body language,
but no one will admit that they are pros at
tracing the lines on their thighs from old scars
or knowing their hands’ feelings when they see an ex’s face
or dodging people’s inquiries about their wellbeing.
There are unrecognised experts
in all fields of sorrows and pains in our human experiences.
Shame that those most familiar with the least explored topics
tend to give up or give out
while those least familiar attempt to drown the veterans’ cries with
*I know how you feel
You’re not alone
It’s okay
I understand*
And we who know best
smile and nod, thinking forward to when we will be home alone
thinking backward to
all that was
all that is
and when it was simpler
and before this.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC