Sunday, December 20, 2015

Motion Through Spirit

I feel you, and need to say more, where more is a burden; and still for more, a valley in Kanye, a Kardashian spectacle; and more to fly, to grieve and die, a flux in frequencies.     Are eyes low, the feel of heavy, a reluctant tear? I’m something there, to wonder for why, to fathom literature; and must for digress, to capture sanity, a wheel in a circle.     The tides are shifting, to fall your lot, to dig deeper; and psychs are watching, even therapists, to sing of glory; where all is rain, the shame of years, the peers of ghosts. I write for smiles, to live for smileless, if but a moment.

     Is it hurtful, to stream a melody, to think for senseless?     I ask—to mimic life, to wonder of pressures.     It’s more an ache, to cross for souls, to ponder mothers.     It was near surreal, a captive mind, to stream innocence.     I saw it there, buried in shame, a product of childhood; and through a heart, to know for love, a valve in a soul; where faces grieve, and filled with joy, a tragic mixture; for life is vague, to shovel a way, to die the nuances; and this is pain, to live deceit, staring at crystal eyes.     I try to walk, and pulled for in, to wonder of why.     Are the stars different, a bit elusive, and prone to spaceless?     I ask—a bit confused, to float a kite—if only to disappear; for gray are clouds, a vessel in a beat, to ponder for how.     Do I live for there, a treble beat, even a boomerang; for art is passion, a secret world, privy to your pain?     I asked not, to receive more, to live vaguely; and more to life, to live a fever, a mixture of the two.     You live it green, but analytical, where love is gray.     I know not a solution; to want for difference, where neither can; and this is love, a shadow in a vase, to speed for slowly.              

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