I
have laughed at self for some idea while harboring pagan ideals; the glitter in
innocence or the fatality in familiarity or something demanding freedom; to
have thrived for you to have created answers for you while one was in harm’s
path; but nothing is so sacred as something relying on you
something
breathing for you.
I am
preoccupied by this ribbon presumed as love.
…to
hold tightly to mate or match while I used to wonder; indeed, if life is
insincere, and motives are always plural, would one be able to decipher love…?
Familiarity
breeds both comfort and discontent!
…the
rosebuds are hilarious the sugarberries are delicious and one adored has never
sustained such courage; those carefree skies our terms in feathers our wings
flapping sorrow….
we
often make rules in order to love while we need our nucleus.
it
becomes so familiar. We readjust at every step. We become prayer-like.
so much
gravel while such feelings as to become too logical; the river of lilacs this
course in social studies or this ocean negotiating out remedies.
by seam
or stitch by cloth or needle if but to resist excitement; such pleasurable nets
to arrive sensing danger but moved into its room; our trusts so loud while one
is sick where one over-there receives the penalty; our lakes by baptism our
swords refurbished while one needed me to know; such deep disdain where one
hates your being, simplistically for those treasures; to take pride in assassination
to laugh like miracles are false if but to hope by demons we fail.
often
we see people, we know their guts and we treat them with reverence; such a
shift, to know some reality, or so compelled one risks an argument; but one is
frank another is curt where now we have a reason to talk; in truth, while re-lacing
our boots, a mere hi and by is more than enough; for some are dangerous, they
have no respect for boundaries, where they look forward to a negative anything:
they despise existence, they dance with venom, plus, they often win.
so
much to letting go, this hard emerald this uncomfortable essence.
one would
feel proud, while we watch, where one would appreciate some good laughter; this
reason to stay perfect this frightening reality where it only takes some misfires.
One might
argue for truth. One might appeal to this vague creature. Where one is too
delicate to admit where most instincts reside; those serious feelings those
deep emotions while it requires so much; where folks watch, eyes speak, while
many are tucked tightly in their quarters: those boxes locked, those spirits
addressed, while many are too inexperienced to navigate.
