I
find joy underscored by sullenness while I, too, cringe at discussing it. the
mind is storage or galloping horses or a closet of sea-creatures. (I laugh it
off. we joke about it. but it hurts like mysticism. the want for clarity, so
close it feels like passion but unable to reach it, control it, or even fate
with it.) I forfeited something in me it was gathered & discarded it was a
pile of garbage. something is peculiar. it unravels inside of me. it’s a huge
tarantula. I tug its webs, unable to win, where most are at war with extremes.
another does as he wills, a soul developed by chains, where reality has become
a cobra in disguise. I met a woman such into skies while her humanhood
distresses me. another is such as myself, a bit mean, but clarity flows in her
language. a man is fortunate. he respects her name. he enjoys her life. (so
static concerning abstracts, or losing a man’s philosophy, or too much pride in
broken, under-chiseled paradigms. the fist of fire or unleashed furies so frank
to a man’s introspection.) as a famous mistake or un-famous mannerisms while
some pains don’t wash away. to have buried a man, to have scarred his flesh, or
such modern-day injustice: as proud souls or under-analyzed where a person has
never disagreed. (the fret in a motion or windows partly opened if but a man to
his very soul.) leaves seeming mysterious or branches becoming symbolic while
honesty disagrees with most of yesteryear’s absolutes.
a
daughter will watch bees or poke hives or partake of honey.
the
volume of solitude
by
measure of professed courage
as
it requires anguish to court wisdom.
it
has been scary for me a man adroit at solutions where Christ in closer to
realism: by gifts in spirits to avail by guts if life is tender frustration.
or
a woman is denied access, while it destroys her nerves, but honesty reveals she
has never been stronger.
at
times, we forfeit just about existence, as underlying the margins, or claiming
a center dynasty. such rough undercurrents such dying penalties but a man might
not do with peace!
so
dissolved by the insoluble.
such
rare faith. while most believers are uncomfortable.
it
seems a design, an impeccable force, where disconnection drives prayer.
we
sense a chasm, it has become fantastic, where many are satisfied. (we disrespect
principles. we deny religiosity. we do this in the name of serenity.) it’s most
marvelous in the clouds of thoughts where foggy matter is ignored. (I’ve employed
an article as free above living or a man by his wishes.) a daughter might ask
questions, if but to gain clarity, where sentences seem jumbled.
by
unheard voices or developmental brains or epistemology seeming too critical;
but a skeptical soul, but a scientific umbrella, in session to discover this isn’t
its utopia. something is unscrewed a bulb is missing, and, therefore, we aren’t
using all of our watts.
nonetheless.
iron
out principalities. discover beliefs.
be
a spokeswoman in your life.
