#softer
yes, in full possessive of all the typical, ****** wearing-out diminishments and diminutions
so no surprises, that I’m squinting to see my own personal
street signs two blocks ahead, in case a dreaded left turn be
required
I hear eventually what your thinking, by the second, third rep, I am fully informed of your opinion and am left wondering why people blather rather than win some, with
a winsome smile
but it catches me unaware that my voice, (its tones, notions,and colorations) is softer, though not purposed or so intentioned,this is puzzling, so wrestle for the whys, as is my wont, for explicating my existence be my full time employment and time is overly plentiful and it’s steady evaporation is not the diet I am needing or even
embracing
perhaps, (always a multi-perhaps), mine aging grants an edge-softening, the brain regulates away the shouting urgency of what seemed important, demandy &needy for immediate attention, has a natural implant subtly started subtracting and governs my always was voluble but less-than-valuable insistence to be heard above the raucous din of the world~is~ending~
scarecrows
perhaps, it is something simple physic, but I deny that
escapism excuse, for yet, my bellyful laughter still loudest I know especially, at the ironical, comical of my mirror image rightly making fun of my vanity and even yet today, on a busy city street my senior YO! still summons taxis to appear from
blocks away
perhaps, he flatters himself, his soon to be required stick will be so big, the need to speak softly intuitively concomitant, but that’s a lie as he has no stick as of yet, ‘cept for the one he himself, he hisself, penetrated & perpetrated up his own ****
perhaps, just the intuitive or learned wisdom to think slower, talk lower, excise the waste of haste that plagues the modern life, all that quiet, buttery yet uncool logic persuasion triumphs over the no-reasoned- shouting-pretense to be everybody’s exercised right
to be stupid
so many possible perhaps that this listing is making me too,
list to one side; perhaps, the list is so lengthy it requires a conservation of energy, and sotto voce approach to the so-much-of-everything
yet unanswered,
but perhaps,
I just have less to say and
it comes out of me,
softer and wiser…ha!
perhaps, time has worn me down into a…
a modulated man
Apr 15, 2023
Apr 15, 2023 at 2:43 PM UTC
Do you know we exist
us special souls
who sit on the sidelines
answering for you
defending the world
We make peace
so there's no war in your direction
we believe in you when you can’t
we give ourselves away
quiet our voice
so that you’ll be heard
Know I exist, a special soul nearby.
Sep 4, 2021
Sep 4, 2021 at 10:34 PM UTC
today love looks like
a full body scrub.
lips
and face included.
all traces of anything not alive being removed.
all traces of anything not meant to be here gone.
feeling softer,
more free,
but no closer to ridding this body of you.
these lips
of you,
these legs
of you.
I’d clean this heart of you
if there were something made for messes there.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
Your words are sharper
Than your mind. And your hands much
Softer than your heart.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 7:16 PM UTC