Kalachakra

feelings strong like aged perfume
glass bottles in the ornate basket
oriental and attractive
gathers dust in the shed
thought i found it on accident
but of course you planted it
only a relic because we attached it
to a story well fastened
you remember what happened
otherwise just something happening
objects in front of me
objective anomaly
like when i bound my wrists with pearls
memory box is fading gold and wooden
only said that because i thought it might be nice
to have that for a second
if only in thought
then just for a second
just a suggestion
ache in my ankle only sensation
with each step a prostration
measure the earth with the length of our bodies
if we must count,
do
so
to
free
hello stranger i take it you know me
energy meet energy

I pulled off the veil of metaphor
my patience grew thin
want to cover up my love again
so I can take it outside
bring it over in swaddling clothes
to show you what I've done

think I'm hungry and eager
like a newborn's fever
oh what is this?
embedded in my false progeny
I try to make do
without making way
for new life

maybe this isn't the appropriate venue...no it is

i usually gollum out on these...but today i've elected to take a different route.



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Having a dream recollection
of a song about death
in awe of this ability, i continue
neighborhood walking
daylight slipping off to the other side
thought i'd put it off for a moment
go and set things right
trees a glint with low angle light
i get bored.
it's cinematic, oh alright
thought i'd put it off for a moment
watch the birds flit about
thoughts in my head
always inside pouring out
i walked back to my house
a faux cry escapes my mouth
all this inside pouring out
i worry that the world is dirty
and we've done it to ourselves

that would be a punchy ending
but i'm almost done with punch

watch me blanket everything in beliefs
i do this to keep warm

pridebinds

I want I want to reach out to you
I want I want to be able to
touch you
when I want to

before I could reach out my hand
I got afraid
that you might turn me away

and so alone I stayed
and so alone I stayed
in solitude prayed
and so alone I stayed


it took everything in me to place my fingers on your back
I offered it all up for that
only to realize that my hand was yours
touching
my old bones in your back

something sensitive

Okay. I am feeling a bit down. I can admit that to myself and acknowledge that I can feed the bummer by trying to figure it out with my thoughts. I roll it a few inklings of self doubt, “What am I doing with my life?” Now it's interested and has started to sink its teeth in, “Shit, I've got all kinds of stuff to do.” Now its little face is covered in crumbs. I can keep feeding the little guy until it eats itself to death.
I got bored. It died. I start to feel hopeful.
I may or may not appreciate a literary personification.
but i'm kind of stuck in one.
like wearing a mask of a mask.

Hopeful for what. New joys to catch in my greedy net. More joy more love more happiness. No not that again. I enjoy my core. I enjoy sensation in my pelvic floor. Sometimes I get so sad down there. Sometimes so sweet. I can grow accustomed. I can also grow. Hello(kindly) you have a choice. That is new. Kind of, but you know.
I can drop expectations. I can drop my shoulders. I would like for you to know that I love you. I want you to know that I love you. Parts that are grasping for God: what silliness is this? Love in stillness.

safflower and cottonseed
all i know is that i've formed some thoughts
on how
these oils aren't very good for
your body
but they sound like nice enough words
as they crawl into my half-sleep and
i might give
them to the box of unspeakable terms of endearment
where they settle
down my spine, in my hands
i am holding on to thoughts of you before bed
it sounds like sex
but is not
is not sex
its knot.
sex
all of this has nothing
and everything to do with you

i guess we are both between those
realizing the lie,
the hoax of loneliness;
felt good