Wednesday, September 29, 2021

Seers Appear Before Us

 

by multitude of words we find a soul’s flaws, his faults, his failures. the soul is shredded, her mentorship is treasured, most assert more than networking. you give me business, I give you likewise—you get upset … how to play guitar, how to avoid the violin, at some stranger’s piano? breathing oxygen, I will never touch you, a woman pleading innuendoes, a soul with Woolf in her. I wash clothes, the linen smells like lavender, the clothesline has my business. many will praise in accordance to being catered to. a cold soul can’t get angry—by a colder soul. music is blazing, hours seem a blur, time seems fraudulent. I doubt anything, I give it credit, while many try to match my temperament. America is my home. I haven’t let go. the soul is my liaison. another was picking. she plucked a nerve. I responded—to no avail. I get tired, listening to uncertainty, it hasn’t said a word. another was at me, as we each are brilliant, where another is following those imprints. it seems lazy, where one labels, while no one investigates. we just presume truth, honesty, exhaustion of the case. the soul is content, lonely, gregarious in private. some trickiness, so alive, a man is a loser to walk away. what we adore, another jilts, with needs to come back when she shines. the penalty of the soul, the beauty of the eyes, never quite certain how chastity works. such a small/large brain, so well reserved, afraid to sit in front of seers.  

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