…by
currents and frustration, by gravel and granite, by mica and rubies: this
tailored resistance, this tailored behavior, those manicured shrubberies: at
fair concerns, our alienation, our stationary habits: if but insistence, but a
loaf of bread, chased by blueberry teas: our situation, so brightly young, so
emphatically observed: those travels through time, our idyllic normality, while
too inexperienced: those mooing cows, those crowing crows, those passive
orangutans: at mental conflict, becoming countenance, where adults reach for
clarity: our running doubts, our redemptive anger, our thirst for retribution:
as waning gently, or sick of listening, where something so difficult becomes
warning signs: emotion accounts, intellectual business accounts, or checks void
and nullified—where daughters abandon hope, this world of foolish men, at deep
wheels to testify: our attention to arts, our crafts exhilarating, our Teasdale
poems: at metaphorical chalk, baffled by resurrection, to live as one indebted:
this face in battle, our inverted gods, our warfare Americans: this crush upon
blackness, this envy upon whiteness, or this in-between anxiety: as ambivalent,
ambiguous souls, with essence brooding, while many refuse to water our gardens:
this pacing affair, this stillness affair, or plain sickness: those mocking
dreams, those mocking friends, while we yearn for perfect parents: those
changing tides, if but perfection, if but to impress strangers: as not so much
this life, while family secrets are held hostage, while otherness is up for
discussion: such soulprints, such voice-overs, or those few disturbing
sound-bites: hereto, a bit of insecurity, this un-nurtured valley, this thriving
energy center: our first chakra, our concentrated presence, our silken
butterflies…!
…such
mimicry, those forgetful islands, or this desire for popularity: to see in
others, this space by brilliance, as rarely to hear their reality: our set
forth inadequacies, our salty essence, our broccoli with shrimps: our thirty
pound diets, our hundred pound bodies, while insisting upon disadvantages: our
serpent appetites, our lemur passion, as curious macaques: this city of wolves,
this haven of insights, while snippets speak survival: those incessant angles,
those penchant concerns, our worries meeting our dawns: as fiery planets, while
feeling awkward, or overly strategized: those choices in life, deciding upon
character, either this or that or both: to need utter integrity, while behaving
a bit shady, to come to compelling cul-de-sacs: such blockage, while feeling
guilty, or sounding to waves deep depletion: our days as victims, unbeknownst
to our behaviors, while brutalizing our inheritance: hereto, our needs for
mercy, our courage to persevere, or for many, our thrust to change….
I
could whine gently; I could cry eternally; I could redeem anger: but this is
unfair, while this is un-clever, plus, excruciating: such giddy insecurities,
or overly serious dispositions, or those discomfiting smiles: as products of
inhabitants, paralleled by mirrors, while adverse to unfamiliar: as not as
ruined, but more a stranger, even insisting upon a foreign mirror: those
internal cloisters, this bundle of strangeness, while so assured others are
doubting: this mental castle, those defensive cries, this shadow, this
elaborate alley: at doggish fears, bewitched by oils, mistaking intimacy with
inadequacies: those caves in-between, such raving, insidious literature, where
many seek deep, mental control: as abandoned eyes, or abandoned selves, while
true education is private studies: to possess a grasp—upon something inherent,
to discern with certainties: indeed, this language, this abstract reality,
imposed upon by concrete suggestions: this world of indecision, this
philosophic mine, or this field of beavers, plus, squirrels: those awestruck
epiphanies, this biblic manual, those sutra realities: as souls running, or
gunning for pleasures, our eyes captivated as beasts.
[we
lay claim to life, this cosmic alliance, this cosmic charm: we waltz and
chance, we glimmer and shimmer, we love at play: this contraception existence,
this trenchant controversy, where many are feeling stressed: such sequoia fire,
such wilderness treks, while raging to outsoar integrity: hitherto, this steep
injustice, raging fireballs at mirrors, or running through ceilings: this
hemline distraction, those wonderful souls, while sickly distressed: this
trenchant chase, to become Our Nimbus, at bosoms proving inadequate: this
penchant essence, this irritation, or those rich anxieties: to become thoughts,
or treasured for remedies, while triteness has permeated our habitats: our
religiosity for some, our traditions for others, where some are rebels lacking
activities: our exciting minds, our rotating crystals, our lacewing
spontaneity: at passage and song, at chantress and daughter, while confused
concerning deliberate waywardness: this mental picture, as one bent upon
destruction, while angered our world is passing judgment: those footlights,
those bedlights, those chiming, interior lights: to realize instinctively, this
touch fraught with anguish, or to discover our mirrors are disguising our
behaviors: at sunken delights, to emote theater, or burning aches for something
causing rain: at kleptic appetites, seeking vengeance, where myriads are
distressed: such decorated, false beauty; such inward treachery; where myriads
are blaming consensus: this rattling nature, this selfish aesthetic, this
pseudo-terrific: as swans caress language, as swans dance fearlessly, while
reality favors determination]
…we
speak to facts, especially, during debates, with this hope of appealing to
higher essence: awash’d with ambition, risking something adversarial, our
helicopters charged: but many are anti-reason, and many utilize reason, while
many surf in different directions: this small reality, for differences can
remain separate, but ours is quite historical: this familiar portrait, as
psychs churn ink-pens, as therapists realize some are beyond reach: this
irritating analysis, this emoted opera, this angelic curse: where swans are
angered, for thoughts were splayed, while perfection became hard to reach: our
perfect homes, our perfect fathers, our due-for-right mothers: such tradition,
such ruthless tigers, while many live-out irritation: those faraway planets,
such vibrant denial, or such need to insist upon perfection: notwithstanding,
existence, notwithstanding, evidence, notwithstanding, this slippery slope: if
this essence, than that essence, while essence has yet to arrive: (a parent is
good, especially, to children, but maybe something different to adults): this
crosspollination, those aggressive parallels, while our pendulum is decoding
something uneasy: our inmost selves, our emotional-cabinet, or so close reality
is crying….
…we
adore swans, we love swans, we veil harsh realities: I failed this island;
while removed from this island; while intimately at heart with this island: something
unveiled, where in private, it was quite a feat: this dumb man, this numb soul,
this supposed intellect: while in one sweep, facts burst our skies, and reality
was redeemed: indeed, this cruel insistence, those granny insights, at magic,
straw, and candle: this deck of existence, this checkerboard of persistence,
this chess-castle of kings: as resistance maintains, as hurt grows fonder,
while some are deeply content: this man’s allotment, where love was strategy,
while mental health remains obscure: indeed, ruined by masses, cherished by Eternity,
and forced to repent to humans: this strong accusation, this strike at
gentility, where souls are reminded of follies: this tackled estate, this
rapture’d fatigue, while encouraged to never recriminate: but humans are
flawed, realizing, secrets are flawed, while in actuality, humans are standing
trail….
