Saturday, May 8, 2021

Many Need Image, More Need Beauty

 

the wheezing is bled of facts the ceiling bleeds—of variegated colors. so varnished so eloquent so hurt.

most stingy with affection, icy over belongings, seized by frustrations. most stingy about fortune the gift is meant to receive those landscapes muse upon existence.

repolished a bit under-pledged, most have a time with altruistic commitment.  

by raven origins or crows gathering upon a frequency they scatter. ten feet deeper at fangs or venom while most avoid confrontation. it seems easier while a soul drops so faced by Armageddon—a series of sarcastic tailors or a woman good at satire, or to realize, “He isn’t saying much.” a compliment is undermined, or a soul is too haughty, or it irks people when others are awake. it might be true, I do apologize, but we seem to advocate for servitude—not out and out slavery, where some might, but intellectual protocol.

I was smitten with a situation, while they tried injury, I felt quite objective. I debate its coolness, for ‘others’ specifically, how does it come across?

souls are in attics. they watch closely. (I do apologize.) but most seem vigilant.

wrenches and pliers, screws and bolts, we each trust our conclusions — (one might deliberate longer). leaves rustle against grass, winds whistle, humans become supersmart.

lemons flood the front yard, apples have a few worms, there seems to be a price for each home.

little things make up existence, a few big things make it sufferable, or even sheer delight. what would Nietzsche say to Kierkegaard – or King Jr. – or the present writer? we never ask, we assume, it’s a protective device.

roosters are running wild, so prized, so vulnerable.

bobcats are harassing raccoons both might have rabies.

strangers are pushed away and pulled closer—we have decoded identity.

never with him, while others, maybe, but he must give respect—and help by solidifying an image.

PS.

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