The silver lining
is peeking out of your jacket,
a reflective motion
to adjourn;
for a man with no discretion,
your intention was never to learn.
Like a smooth stone in a river,
you’re still, grey, and cold.
Once soft as the sand,
now you stand bold,
and I burn, and burn.
I yearn to change the sunrise.
I want to take control.
I want to master Fate.
I want to rise alone.
I think I may be dying,
but it’s too early to know,
so I will keep on going
until someone asks me not to go.
The feast upon my table
was stable, sweet, and fair,
and perhaps I took more than my share.
But the intrinsic quality of nature
is its temporal limitations,
which is why your indignation,
however justified, begs attention
infrequently demanded by your profession.
A spirit who can hold an idea,
like a stalk of bamboo
too fibrous for you to chew,
nevertheless allows it to grow
and grow brittle
by what he never knew.
A spirit who can preach
but cannot sincerely pray
is many lifetimes away
yet emboldened in his reach.
The beach where I buried my selfhood,
deep in the clay, warded with driftwood,
lies the ingermane notion of evil and good,
the notion which dictates you now,
as it would
when given a painting of oil and gold.
The leaf is still falling,
the passion calling,
beguiled by the beauty of a single perspective;
Respective to members of your self-claimed collective,
this practice is one that I call into question.
Is there a second?
You missed it–
I left it,
but you did not take it,
which is to be expected.

Simple and sweet,
spry as a young finch can fly
You were mine
once upon a time

I wove the story of our love,
a tapestral tale of two puzzle hearts
who couldn’t bear at all to be apart
You’d ask me questions
I’d be glad to receive them
You had your secrets
but no one to perceive them
Simple and sweet was no easy feat
The most inconvenient moment to meet
They say falling fast means it will not last
I didn’t mind;
I had plenty of time

You made me feel small,
And small felt safe
And safe felt right,
And right shouldn’t change
So change was impossible
Impossible, you say?
Let me count the ways

When I was a child,
my mind was a dream
My schema was riddled
but my spirit serene
You call me turbulent,
like water in the locks,
like Pandora’s box
There was one who loved me
before all these talks
He is gone, You are here
Now the meek shall inherit
And I cannot fly
You knew I was strange
But now you ask why

I don’t believe in your notions of romance
I’m not disenchanted, was never enchanted
I have recanted my innocence
Give my pedestal to the citizens

Take that calcifying heart
There’s nothing left to preserve
Petrified, polarized
Lay it on the countertop
Give it an electric shock
There is no life to stop

This body is killing me
But your body is thrilling me
I find I’m dying willingly