essence
might unfasten or senses might unbolt so left at portals. soft interpretation
softer examination at best abandoned to uncertainty. by absurd insulation as
creatures running sands, so certain about a given need. in far distance,
fiddling with a linchpin, a few words unravel the best of us.
postmodern
thoughts. by changes in truths. most axioms never become aphorisms.
I asked like naïve. I ignored as if
unseen. something seems familiar. like scents we memorize or buttery biscuits
we presume while a woman is angered by overtness. a strange song on a strange
station as it demands we forget our natures. emotions practice jiu jitsu, or
feelings rehearse passive aggression, while we play verbal taekwondo. a bit
creative. but what is said – we come to terms with hiding. so casual by root,
in which we harvest guilt, our evasive confirmation. to do what we hate, but to
need what we hate, with disdain for those seeing what we do.
the cage is unlocked minds are out
of skies earth is ungentle. I would try at hands such by love with reality
slapping an Achilles Heel. most can go, or participate, in just about any
circumstance – howbeit, lies or deep prevarication, it loses its luster. old
habits as found adoring become new pains as found torturing.
people fall for passion as in a
given moment, where bodies writhe in ecstasy. by feelings by essence by human
conscienceness. it dies with time. a person becomes pathological. where either I
hate you for your freedoms, or I’m disgusted by your actions.
I listen to our behaviors, most are
playing piano, while becoming something anti-reasonability. the winters inside
those winds showing instability, or raw aggravation over too many questions.
(or a gentle person, thrown to existence, we sense what we’ve become!)
too many parallels too many equations
we play geometry with humans. plates clatter water is boiling a person sits on
the floor screaming. at something more hectic, like becoming anti-emotions,
while the subconscious is absorbing debris. a person is creeped upon by
something inside to wonder why eyes water at something inconsequential. such
burning for beauty something sequential, at minimum, something providing unadulterated
innocence.
(I have had moments but not eternity
where I try to adore the moments.)
could have become a wanton soul, an
unhinged soul, while edges and cliffs are familiar with my essence.
where has she come from – such candy
in airs – such an unruled ruler? lavender eyes or mauve aura as encased in
perfume. tides come to her, skies speak to her, she sits eating pomegranates. I,
a shy creature, somewhat unfiltered – I approach, eating bait, batting
whispers. such an instinct so much eye contact so many beliefs. a few words
such accent with declines as souls waiting – this is our hut. by cupidity to
lose. by reserve to lose. by intrusion so neat to win.
we drift into metaphysics or a claim
without wings where we take refuge is scientific parts. one will define you,
while holding that definition, where one denies you the right to analyze them.
we become numb or challenged or we pick up a few quirks. the firewall is up the
fireboard is spelling the blackboard is filled with assignments.
upon a freesia witness aside a
daffodil next to a begonia – we sit on a brick wall, lost in sunrise, petals
hold morning dew. leaves listen cars are passing we have something unique to
say: maybe by mindwaves or a shortened bridge as many years have offended our
humanity. like dark anguish into pure aesthetic too engrossed to walk further.
