#undercover
Like a drawer with a false bottom
i don’t meet expectations
invitation to my secret oasis
understand my strange basics
like a flower with no petals
i dont meet expectations
conversation to kissing faces
under the covers of my new favourite
Nov 6, 2023
Nov 6, 2023 at 9:17 AM UTC
If I told you I had seen it already,
You’d have told me I was full of ****
The joy, the future for each of you,
And the secret that there was more to it.
In a vision, you held an infant child,
A happy but confusing sight.
Confusing in stillness , nothing said,
And happy because it was obviously right.
Another vision, and you were at risk,
I slept on your floor to keep you from harm.
Just a glance on waking, still nothing said,
A smile before leaving, as you touched my arm.
In one surreal vision, you actually killed me.
(I never really understood that one…)
I even loved you for what you had done,
Maybe it was some kind of metaphor,
Some kind of mercy?
I honestly couldn’t say and, trust me,
I love a good metaphor.
You know what was really frightening, though?
How clear the next vision was.
It was light and joy, it was love itself, fulfilled.
And it horrified me to see it,
Right in the palm of my hand.
An old familiar face looked down and laughed.
She told me, “they are all in trouble now…”
“Precarious balance, and one is in real danger…”
“Best not **** it up…!”
And she laughed so hard I thought she’d **** herself.
If those kind of creatures even do that…
I honestly couldn’t say and, trust me,
I’m not afraid to ask her.
But one vision shook me when it proved true.
So many visions from the smallest of clues.
I didn’t mean to get close, or look for connections,
I just wanted to learn and seek the reflection.
To know, and to laugh,
With someone like you.
Share a table, a cup,
and a secret or two.
But the seer would see how our lines became crossed,
She spoke much of love, of a life and it’s loss.
She spoke of how my role,
Would be monumental,
Expendable, Trivial, but still…
Instrumental.
I grew angry at how she manipulates me,
One alien and his hard-won humanity.
But the seer was right, I would have to go,
Leave the scene and assure that
No one could know.
I created the door that it may be sealed,
And retreated to the opposite side,
Where I would be hated or feared, maybe both,
And none could ever know,
How, quietly, I cried.
Apr 28, 2023
Apr 28, 2023 at 11:03 PM UTC
02/21/2016
Great events turn on small wheels
Great events often turn on small wheels. It is a gear shift that is not easily obtained.
With time thinning, moments to turn around for better is lessening.
We don't build without foundation, the pyramids also were not built overnight.
So to be wan and weary when the seemingly endless journey advances,
you realize pace is adjustable.
Baby steps are inevitable, but the worth of building up to better is just so patiently inclined.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
Lie to me
Tell me that you love me
At least this way I know you are
Telling the truth
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 9:53 AM UTC