…wellbeing
concerns life, this parade of dreams, where intake is crucial: those swanic
screams, cascading elements, touched by principalities: that solemn gaze, but a
churning arc, threshed but throttled….
…we see in parts, we hear too much, our beings are mostly veneers: this chase through time, our sacred
envelopes, typed by invisible, nay, indestructible orchestras: we paint broad
strokes, required by minds, thrust by existential cacophonies: this unsteady
raft, supporting life, bounced through canyons: our dyed denims, signifying
little, but perceived as history: or divorced from feelings, destitute of
perception, where insightful gestures puzzle…. I’ve seen glimpses, running in stillness,
clutched for winds—at parallel excitements, agaze’d by eyes, wondering by your
responses: as nothing becomes weighty, while something is extraordinary, where
deliberateness is soon indicted: this soul by prayer, or heaving concentration,
wondering about your wellbeing….
…such wrathful contention, this honor in souls, while dying that
person’s legacy: our galaxy ears, never divorced from hearing, always eager to
listen more: this expansive cosmos, our expansive guts, while concerned about
wellbeing: such sacrifice, required of souls, where rationality has forfeited
its ghosts: our irrational logic, haunted
by hurt, while reason seems so impartial: that vile creature, so indifferent,
so bias to itself: such bile by insistence, such enthroned power, while we
covet its kingdom: to want one-hundred percent, to give maybe twenty-percent,
while envious of ruling frequencies: to hear logical conclusions, to dig deeper into abyss, while quite frantic
or intolerant…. …such destructive
forces, that interior track record, as destroying everything they’ve touched:
(or longing for freedom, so tired of aggravation, pining for open gates): those
wild roses, those wilder flowers, while fretted to cohabitate: this inrush
undercurrent, even a father’s fear, while in-content with our status quo: our
eyes reading, our guts resistant, for one has said something striking
home-fire: such requiring more mirrors, or steady counseling, or better, to
listen to self vindicating such actions: it becomes depressive, for rational
minds revolt, although, irrational thoughts protect our fragile egos—while morals point to something out of
alignment…. …we’re so vague, it’s so
outstanding, while we administer punishment: this failing theologian, this
evidential curse, while many are ignoring mutuality: to slice a soul, to alter
that soul, as intentional mayhem—that brimming life, those radiant dreams,
while dis-acknowledging this probing insecurity: such swanic madness, as I
retreat in time, while threshed by psychical frustration: as one demands—total
submission, another demands—total realization: this hard lot, this unfriendly
mentor, while one admits particular parts: but this is human, this space for
indemnity, where reality is beaten nearly through breaths…. I can’t force time; but I suggest counseling;
to ask a professional if such affliction is normal: to gain insight into
behaviors, to realize a particular concern, to offset a particular damnation:
but life has its measures, all are afforded a curse, we wrestle through it
immediately: for eyes are watching, where secrets are fraudulent, for it takes
two to adventure: this unruly reality, while one is gathering, another is
taking notes: (so concerned with wellbeing, to avert several mistakes, while
petrified she may become us: if but time to ponder, if but lakes to baptize, if
but particular fire striking determination): this land of moments, this tyranny
of behaviors, this kingdom of racial integration: this failing human, for pain
is relentless, plus, our responses are built in displeasure: our angry
positions, if but a glimpse, to listen to our justifications: our prouder
spirits, our deep dishonor, or our refusal to face something overwhelming: our
minds too delicate, our souls too embarrassed, our bruised emotions: as
avoiding reflection, but it forces its presence, while teary or concerned lost
to silence: this steady habit, this crucial crux, where true love offers
answers.
