Cold Simplicity

Sound advice
Laugh at absurdity
Love in a stranglehold
Hearing that is so selective
Before many courts

A scribe bursting inside
Laws without guilt
Judged as a duck
Your seer feels the pebbles
A banished scarlet letter
Lifted from a healed chest

Drawn to the ascension of a kingdom
On trial for a better class structure
Known as an expensive harlot
Egged on by innocent wage
Down to a level she doesn't see
By a presence heard by secrecy

Lessons learned, knowledge forgotten
Levels that bring frozen change

Beads of forgiveness beckon for a call back to a time too exciting
Justified lovers an opportune find
Clarity is fighting to blossom into a spring of tangible wealth
An id that has continuous fragance
An oxymoron that breathes heat into veins
To quell the cold hearted masses

Shovelling the ploughed heaviness of a tardy snowfall
That empties unto a lonely path
A bad rain of dark colours in each full load of wayside thrown hard flakes
A broken fool, a tear trickles and freezes down a windburnt cheek

A give up, give in, an unforgotten life
A well heard level up

An unoriginal line out of mouth in order to sell familiarity
A relationship known for struggling with the obvious
Followed by love filled tension
A headlock, a bruised thigh, a scar on hidden parts

A stitch of laughter that hurts
As it brings up sweet memories
Of a short scathing fest of healing, angst, desire and kismet.

Chronicity

Sync up
Means it might be like
Sharing the moment
Like having someone to enjoy life with

Stepping on those perfect stones
On that winding thorny path
Picking only ripened fruit

Without bylaw infringement
Without gawkers and onlookers
Without party spoilers and funjumpers
Only favours

When there's that triumph of will there certainly must be a way
A way to pleasant spaces
Nature takes you there
Nature walks you through it
Sunlight, moonlight, shadows and flames
All guide you on the slopes

Divine timing lets us choose who we are
A time of finding that perfect other you
Lets it work out any way

After that last look at the watch
You jump in without testing a toe
You dive in head first with your trust
She's in there
Watching as you've waited
Synchronized and well developed

The only time you have from now on
is forever.

Wet Drip

Tear World
Anti-cryin' pill poppin'
Anti-cryin' topical, shampoo, toothpaste
Anything so not to continue
Coping
They bring 'em in
They break 'em down
A tear drop falls from a jet blue sky
A blood drop maps throughout the chambers of the heart
To keep us going
Gets to keep us going
Gets hard
Gets tired
Gets tried
Gets true
A wet drip
Could've just as well come from an armpit
After all the work we've done
Together and Us
A wet drip

Theme Park

You must be this tall
You must not operate heavy machinery
It may cause drowsiness
Take with Food

Your ride is almost over, special
Was it what you've expected?
You said,"No Surprises."
Yet we threw the book at you
You asked for safe passage
We gave it to you
What we didn't tell you was that it was scary
The element of Fear in the mind begets the laws of a physical safe passage

Your ride is almost over, special
We hoped you enjoyed the journey
Was it what you expected?
'Cause we're back to where we started
And then we start where we left off
That's how its done around these parts

In the illusion of universal love, everyone gets swept away
Then it ends
The Ride
Its over now
Next time
No Expectations, okay?
It'll be a more pleasurable experience 'cause the house of horrors burned to the ground
We can't stop smiling
'Cause it was your ride to begin with
A final word of thanks for letting us man the controls.

Pulling the Reigns

It's been two years since I took the reigns.
I let go and let the real professionals be in charge for three months.

After that I grabbed the reigns and took control again.
I moved out of a bad environment, knowing that that was the last of the problems.
I worked on thy self and what I didn't know about it.
Knowing They Self is what a lot of people pretend to do.
They forget that it takes a shitload of work.
Do you truly know your self?
I find it to be the best job ever in wanting to know and wanting to be in control of "thy self".
I was into everything before I got the real professional help.
I was also not very knowledgable about who I was.
I didn't love my self as much as I thought either.
These days I feel that I'm in control.
It my just be a feeling or it my be a ruse.
It feels great though.
Every now and then I get the feeling that another chapter has concluded.
I feel that each of these chapters has been a good read and not always about me.
Although in "my book" or "my movie".
I'm in love with the 'me' part of my life again and it feels as awkward as trying to hold hands for the first time.
Awkward in that unbelievably new way. A happy way.
My eyes are feasting on things that I've never noticed before and if I've noticed them it's in a new way.
I'm doing things again that I used to do well and having it be entirely new. Like a skill that I used to be great at and now being a novice again. I figure that everything I've learned is now a memory and trying them again adds a beginning to the process.
Things like shooting a basketball.
Things like cooking a gourmet meal.
Things like making love.
Things like giving hugs.
Things like completing a poem and refining it.
Things like... well, you might get the hint.
I'm enjoying watching others get further.
I'm seeing how others feel.
I'm balancing my life and getting further with it.

I'll keep you posted.

Found

Where you find darkness
Being Appears.
Where you find fraud
Honesty Appears.

In that true moment

You declare

A thinker’s abundance.

You declare war against
The anger,
The despair,
The deprecation.
They helped, yet hindered
At the same time.
Yet you only have seen the help
That’s what really comes through in redemption.

Aspect

Can we just not mention that aspect of our lives?
Too beautiful
Not mentioning jealousy
Not mentioning the tears
Not mentioning staring at the skies
Just wondering
Wondering and the time wandering
Not mentioning the state of being at the time when things get all
… get all… looking down from a rooftop
Voices inside and outside always yelling
Yelling that blasted word
JUMP!
Wait.no.
Jump.
Not mentioning a lot of that.
A lot of that limits the stream of feeling.
Feeling the whatever you’re supposed to feel
Not mentioning is simply the feeble attempt at not feeling something you’ll eventually feel at later date anyway.
Just maybe with someone else.
Maybe that’s the way it has to be.
What the junk do we know anyway?
We need not know what I know.
Wait. Maybe I just said more than I should?
I don’t do well verbally most of the time.

Shhh.