total by objective
a myth we believe in a galaxy we can’t seize. to accept is to reason to resist
has a section, in which, advice is partial. some have essence we call it soul
but ambition is defensive. our lesbians it seems a battle while we function in
a world of gems.
so pulled while it
never ceases—there is always another combat.
power is addictive
we assert our compartments—we will not be ignored!
I light a soul
into ferns or weeds such tumbling into oblivion. as sensitive souls—we can’t
tolerate ugliness—we’d prefer a beautiful reality.
where lions are
tamed or tigers speak French or our women are ever seductive. such a coarse
soul such a blunt soul while something is unearthed—those abandoned buildings
those wrecking balls while people slept there; by bottom exhaustion into
critical caves where some will not be appeased.
color in or color
out. respect given or nonchalance. it doesn’t insist where it’s uncomfortable.
our stages our
corruption our desire to believe such sweet-soothing language. our pain as
familiar while petting our deaths.
our music such
cages where it seems so incredible—those myths those ideals if but something to
believe in.
I sit in silence. I
have never understood our hankerings—our desperation to receive such emotion. I
read your words I sense true passion in one fighting on a frontier. those
horses gallop or voting seems illegal or set in rhythm at some island table.
such as time would renege. such as something catastrophic. while dying seems
impossible to defeat. by mortality to exist, by existence to be a flower, by
time to make dire decisions.
by empire to build
a legacy. by irritability to leave a foul impression. by resistance to anything
unclassified. such travel such concomitant allies if but fretting an outcasted
sensation.
our souls chasing
our confusion delirium our patience with dear hope.
to have fire to
drink ocean or to swallow skies; as souls regret much or compensate screamingly
or such a need to ignore or alienate by force, we choose what allies with our
emotions.
so much a raw source.
most elements seem out of line. while deep friendship is tested by honesty.
I see an aura it
becomes a phantom I will never meet you again. so, we might chance a disagreement
we might drift through time, but as we depart, our philosophies remain by
sameness. (she looks at me. she empathizes. I so wish against insecurities.)
what to feed
ourselves, concerning such a harsh reality, where it’s, impress me, or go to
hell?
so much dependent
upon others as some we shall never meet while stability insists upon strangers.
maybe a sage earns
comforts. or a person might commune into you. while many see something anti their
agenda. (bungalows of precepts. or a feeling announcing its arrival. or forced
acquiescence—while harboring leviathan.)
the dream is confused,
it is tampered with, where it expects too much from others: if one is polite,
as accepting individuality, that person has given all that one owes.
we have a gray
area in us. it becomes inveterate application. where one has predispositions. &
those become our combatants.
(I never
understood such bedlam. I merely adjusted to such bedlam. while understanding
confusion is often our only recourse. it doesn’t resolve, nor is it easily de-puzzled,
at best, a group comes together to give their best thoughts.) ethics are by
consensus. morals appeal to us.
