"impracticality" poems
My quixotic escape to dreamland is
Always a whimsical amusement park
I'm an angel resting on a blade
Of humorous impracticality
A blade that hurts reality
I'm the dreamer torn between
Smooth masculine angels with the wildest dreams
Reality can slit my wings,
Scorch my blackened feathers,
And manipulate my epicurean senses
But these lucid dreams
Cleanse my slate
A dreamer's fortitude is a gentle sigh
On the eyelids
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
She will see them always now
The angel numbers and the simple signs.
With the hope of learning the strings
Of all you have to offer
While the day is still light.
She will see them always now
The plate numbers and the street signs.
With the hope of seeing the truth
Of the third eye’s offer
While the day is still light.
She will see THEM always now
The strayed hair and the warmed face.
With the hope of experiencing all
Of the moments to be reached
While the day is still light.
She sees a human.
She loves my blistered, worn hands.
She loves my dreams of impracticality.
She loves my memories.
Thank goodness she’s my golden hour all the time
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC
on the impracticality of
impracticality
of the
wings of dragonflies made of
cellophane in which
i wrap myself in the hopes that one day i will
suffocate on the impracticality of
shoulders moulded to fit
the leaning heads of our lovers on the
impracticality of
bedsprings
creaking to wake up the neighbors at three forty-
six a.m. or
clouds, even
bursting at the seams to drench us with our own
tears
why can’t we just
**** each other from the
outside instead
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 10:49 PM UTC
2.26.18
I’d like to think that oblivion isn’t inevitable and that
salvation exists,
that we aren’t merely hurtling on a war path toward destruction
and the unknown,
I’d like to think that modern science will save us
and that tomorrow is infinite, that we will continue and thrive;
that existence is endless,
but the dark thoughts crowding the back of my head tell me
that skepticism is all I have left to hold onto, that tomorrow
I could swerve too far on the highway
unknowingly step in front of a bus –
and who will have known
who I was or what I believed?
Who will remember me?
I’ve determined that
maybe we are just flying through space alone and maybe chaos
rules the world
and maybe oblivion is inevitable and one day I’ll be gone
and it won’t matter,
so maybe the only existence I truly have is in
mornings waking up to scrape ice off the car,
maybe the only existence I’m given is
the warmth of sun seeping through my window,
sips of lukewarm coffee past 2am,
the laughter that lights up the faces of those I call friends,
and the fragility of knowing that
each moment is simultaneously powerful & insignificant.
Being human is trapped within the realm of
the impracticality and beauty of not knowing anything.
The nature of worlds is to fall into chaos,
yet out of chaos is born endless possibility,
and out of this possibility I discover
that we are living one endless moment
of shared anxiety about the inevitable,
but we are perfectly capable of living in the light of death,
our impermanence enrapturing our hearts.
How privileged are we, born to thrive and die,
thrown into this mixture of
chaos and well-crafted design
every moment meeting one another for the first (and last) time.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
/much finer times, spent growing a beard./
the English "philosophical"
mentality:
does everything have to
be hyper-economized
stature?
i do appreciate the technicality
of the term...
but the supposed
practicality of the impracticality
of practicing philosophy doesn't
belong here;
philosophy doesn't
require, or rather,
make a request for the usage
or the English per se...
and never will...
the English never made
the thinking surmount
of thinking per per...
as ever...
the buggers were always too
practical....
and their
access to practicality...
was their access to....
a labor of lust, which surmounted
in both a labor lost,
and lust misguided:
come the folded sails.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 10:25 PM UTC