Your words carry conversations without conversion
Openness rather than opinions
While others rather rhetoric, you share only what’s worth
sharing. Everything. And this is perhaps far more persuasive
And this is perhaps far more pervasive. You simply talk
and I don’t know what I think of that, because
It doesn’t give my mind a chance to wander.
What I Said I Think Of You
If you happen upon my opinion of you
lying on the ground
leave it be
It is a bad habit to take others opinions
As your own
besides
it is a breadcrumb leading to the entrance of my intentions
Leading to a stone maze of convolutions you
Can’t escape without clues
And There’s the Lightning
It’s never anybody’s fault.
We are equally and tragically
the same whirling storms,
fronts that run hot and cold
then we meet
And there’s the lightning
And the rain
Sound and fury with thunder voices
I’m sorry we argue
I’m sorry. We argued.
As I Flow and Call It Existence
My awareness floats and drips along the surface of every whatever
Trading paint with all of the world’s wonder
When the Eye Sees Itself
Awareness,
which causes all illusion,
cannot be one.
the mystery of consciousness is uncrackable
because the mystery is a facet of consciousness itself
Split a knife blade with its own edge
More soonly than you perceive the perceiver
When I Chose Poetry Over Sleep
My head is a brick
The night is heavy and leans on me
Beneath my body, every surface beckons me nearer
One, in particular, draws me only as close as nearsightedness
And draws my pen even closer
The Story That Reads Itself
Aware one, call me by name, and we shall be called I
I am the perceiver of the great tome
And the protagonist thereof
My narrative is the Universe and all things
Fold into its pages
Aware one, take me by the hand and give me will
So I may read my manuscript and live my role
The First Last Phone Call
My skin didn’t crawl.
It lurched.
Every fiber I claim disheveled itself
I simply wasn’t ready
Nor was I certain what to be ready for
My heart was loud and heavy
My flesh damp in dry air
Twenty-two minutes remained until I had a call
I’ve literally had thousands
Why was this one any different?
It wasn’t. I was.
Why?
The facade was all that kept me grounded.
It was my ground truth.
But now I’ve admitted my lie with nothing left to hide behind.
And everything leaves me
Anxious.
Seeing is Light Blindness
The light must see before the seeable is captured
Like camera obscura flash,
And the image left behind
Is mere shadow
A Sustainable Society
I believe in a sustainable society and a content, well taken care of citizenry.
I believe in abundance and fair distribution of resources based on the value of human life, not the value of the resources.
I believe in an informed and educated public.
I believe in dignity for all regardless of their social or financial class.
But none of that matters.
Belief is an antique of civilization.
An artifact of a time before my birth.
The question is, is this world possible?
I don’t know.
The question is, is this world viable?
I don’t know.
The question is, is this world deserved?
I don’t know.
But this world is the answer. An answer so loud that the questions hush at their punctuation.
We must act to make these things inevitable.
Because I neither need to know
Nor believe
To understand that a world that exploits man or nature with blind avarice is a world that is wrong.