I
become confused—searching sensitive screams, believing in behavior: notes and
clippings, ink and scribble, while fairness seems boring: accused and
sentenced, refuting hearings, and dragging into portals: purple red cries,
feudal remarks, at a dying kindness: fueled for disagreement, forfeiting
discernment, and ravished by something furtive: hearted with mishaps, explained
in mirrors, and too private to include them: our beating minds, those
thunderous thumps, while a man relishes in presence: a cygnet ruse, at swanic
grace, where Aum is important: a confusing treasure, a marvelous mentor,
a casual furnace: too late for pleasantries, too soon for compliments, and too
much friction for kindness: pushing pudding, praising Jell-O, jousting and
jutting swords: a serious machine, an indifferent person, while too
compassionate towards loved ones: short and temperamental, professional, cold,
expansive, and present: at consciousness, aware of auras, re-captured with
time: to display discontent, as never an uttered word, where behavior serves as
our vehicles: this confusing reality, those realistic absurdities, as casual as
illusions: I become moved—listening
to air-curves, fraught by inner grumblings: such hunger pangs, enervated of
pure acceptance, while tugged into expectations: incredible pressure, sensing
infinity, while one agrees with silence: to suffer our lots, to nibble our
cookies, while one is driving God: a flippant aura, an indebted personality, a
conglomerate of activities: so low in grime, so above ground, so shiny, so
aloof, while one isn’t getting closer: this field in me, this film at me, this
favor as never gained: such reaming behavior, such strategic everything, to
imagine one angered about their activities: a quiet man, a loud computer, re-faced,
or faceless: an inner computer, a spoken mouse, rethreaded into weblocks: so
curious with Love, such a pregnant presence, while sensei(s) warn about
pride.
I
become analytical—an interior great father, while displeased with forced intrusiveness:
as sliced in halves, restarted or rebooted, while forced to deal with voluntary
aggression: so passive with anguish, so pained for womanhood, so intuitively
rectitude: verbally resistant, realizing this thing given, while such is taken:
to come to life, as one alive, to please the crowd: to dance in silence, to
have tuns of fun, where such becomes nauseating: well groomed, even with
purpose, while hidden in back thoughts: re-given to lights, seldom a mistake,
so intentional, so authentic, so deliberate: while a man complies, to explore
monopoly, if but pleased with reality: this distorted perception, in part a
miracle, while every behavior is linked to effects: at causes lately, concerned
with first principles, while life is a bit hectic: a sage’s dilemma, where
perfection is both good and offensive and life is both clear and foggy: I become revved—or more, at sad calmness,
or more, this trenchant understanding (we are quite insensitive, and we lack that
caring principle): it becomes frontier, this numeric ship, those wolverine
instincts: too concerned, or looking by neediness, or too realized concerning
auras: a man is cut low, for no other reason, than he sees reality: or a man is
high, for no other reason, than he fails reality.
I
come for flowers, I received vinegar, plus, one speaks to something delicate: a
thing with life, as if they didn’t know, this practice they teach: as birds
come feathering, as fledglings enter seasons, while owls and crows and hawks
stumble into realities: at calming cigars, an uncalm man, purposed to pursue
while losing: screaming into portals, speaking too much, for everyone else is
distressed—and I’m an overseer: this place in church, this god-walk, those
angles purposed for argumentation: such irony, a world afflicted, as the world
has missed me: this long passage, this coming into slowness, this casual at
times.
