Whew, its been a month or so since I posted here. I got lost in a "relationship" for a bit. Feedback? Resurrected In my mind All these thoughtless thoughts Seem pure, real Explosions I can't express The words wind out But it sounds so much better in my head Then somehow lips laciviously Try to wrap around them Justice just can't be done by them I liken these passing murmurs To water molecules Flowing We are all just rivers Returning to a righteous reverie Of rapids pouring over Our own wildly wondering white noise Recording a source between all Saints and sinners inside Drama is as drama does We create the internal interactions That drive our external evolutions To find, to find, to define See, translate transitions Trying to find a needle in nonesense Never knowing we seek surety Only in the safest assumption Awkwardly tripping over Our most obvious overtures at owning What seems best We are all in test here Lining up for final exams with each other And we all dance Dance like mad Fated we fall like mad Freefalling in freewill Artfully appointed we answer Yes, no, whatever It fits, it has to fit If it doesn't fit Well forcefully fisting only finds us stuck And no one wants to be stuck Sucking silly notions up we get lost Only to find It's going to hurt like hell Backing out of this mess Because brains can be broken Like records Returning, returning, returning To one minute Or a series of monumental moments That measure meaning We shouldn't dwell here Repeatedly revolving in past We need to swell Grow so huge In the refuge of present The fruition of our futures Becomes and immenent implication In spreading the spirituality That is the force of creativity Finally we are The family of operatives Known as the free spirit tribe Untitled Waiting at the walk in clinic This seems a lesson about The futility of humility I sit my wage slave Working poor ass On a cold hard stone of Self inflicted pity. I know I am not that bad off Materialism never fitted me I must have spent lives as a martyr Prophets are usually poor Maybe I still need to let go Pride purchased at a price Only self righteousness can afford Gives affluence only in aptly timed assumptions As an afterthought of My most holier than thou Behaviors allow me Beat that pride right out of me. Superior spirituality is a sickness I suffer my own fool to find No better than greed In fact it is greed Hoarding my most enlightened actions To a choir I don't nescessarily need to preach to Refusing to reach others Because false fulfillment is An addiction of impressing on All the opinions I already hold Way, way up on The biggest high horse.
but what is growth? which direction? when you find yourself in the loop, the paradox, which door will you choose? or perhaps there's another way out? life is a mobius strip, in the end, up and down are the same direction... but hey, i'm gonna test the polarities first personally. and doesn't it really bother you that you can never express it the way it was expressed to you in your own mind? the best poetry i have ever created remains unwritten... tis a pity... reeeeeeeeeeally good first poem, reading the second one now hahahahahaha... reallly good. i often, too, think of how so many of us preach to the choir. how so many good messages are told to the people who already know it. we need to infiltrate to gain their trust though, and that's the hardest commitment. but still, it needs to be done. we need to spread the message to people who don't yet know how to sing... also really good poem. i love that it doesn't rhyme at all but sounds so poetic still. pace
There is so much wonderful free-flow here, it shocks me that you only received one response... However, one heart-felt response is all it takes. This blew me away: { I liken these passing murmurs To water molecules Flowing We are all just rivers Returning to a righteous reverie Of rapids pouring over Our own wildly wondering white noise } Once again, I enjoy your offerings. Were you looking for a certain type of feedback? Every time I glance there is something new... much like trying comment on a rivers multiple currents, flows, reflections and then its suddenly new and I start over again; whirlpool of insights. This is well worth re-reading.
