Kindness - Gee Up
HER LONE STAND
*
It’s cold there:
Icicle reflection inside this. She starts to trace
A woman’s world
Marked concave face
Of cliff.
This
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Avocado shell of a place.
Loosens, scooped out fruit, like brain; Him.
He seems to loot, in a
Return trip; dressed up in luscious words.
She heard
How he was
Go-getting himself better
Or just following the path, a little closer to the letter
Of the required action. Him.
*
He has the bastion to keep
Their fire dull
And using it to cull this distant
Distinct
Physicality, or lack thereof.
A
Strong literary device of a bellow
That’s full
As quietly, softly,
It fans
Their flames
*
Someone, of them, has lain
A red carpet of an idea
And one of them is bowling on down its line but
Never
Both, at the same time. Fine
Sign
With a smile and a divine
Execution of denial
*
She holds out; the last
One
To file
Into the fold.
IF OUR METAPHORS WERE FOUND IN MAKE-UP AND BLOOD AND INK
.
.
They begged; all I could muster
Was
False consciousness pegged to an
Abstract timeline.
.
.
Drowning in the darkness, and I know, the view
Is uncomfortable. I still don’t understand.
Why regress? Charged with photo fitness:
You choose to frame these cuts.
Your tall storyline.
Check the time. Watch.
Are we ready to convalesce?
.
.
I fought through
The myriad of images to avoid you
I wanted to find you, I wanted
To find
Your beautifully erroneous trail;
The one
You stayed away from. Blood
On my shirt, ink
Across your pain. Where
To begin and where
To change. Refrain. Refrain: thy quietening call is
My name. I want
To change it all if you’d just explain
What I need to do. Please?
Now, it is me, begging
You.
.
.
Blinkered. Again. Sinking in
Quicksand. I don’t claim to suffer, but feel you
Sending heart strokes to another
Perhaps, even, someone you imagine me to be. Tears me
Up. Insanity.
These small plotlines are a symptom
Of
My dissatisfaction, doubtful
Reaction
On a platform
Of red markedness
.
.
Goatcore
Singapore-based grindcore band Wormrot has a goat in their mosh pit. Your argument is irrelevant.
(via: dangerousminds)
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Love Leads A Masterful Act
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Sun hangs low, moments slow are now my comforting
Investment. Testament
Of myself, test of glorious mess and feeling
This rising heat of your memory. Rising through the flow
Of my thoughts, welcoming the surge of each nostalgic
Pang
Caught on a wing of time; breaking, not trying to escape for flight.
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“Hold me, wrap me up tight”
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Moon floats high, droplet tears are by-the-by in a fortress
Entrapment. Trappings
Of myself, trap of this monumentous fest and hearing
This quietening rhythm of your breathing. Quietening the half-lit estimate
Of your shape, begging the return of each glowing
Ache
Caught on a wing of time; breaking, not trying to escape for flight.
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“Hold me, wrap me up tight”
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Each day, I die a little more inside and in its place
A notion of you grows, it coats
The scar tissue with kissing calm and so my heart
Floats.
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I miss you with morning’s wake, coffeesips taken, coffee mistaken and
Drenching dress shirts in slumber, in each and every dreamleaf that I
Sweep,
Into the subtlety of
The dawn;
I always search to embroider a little more; a reminder of your beautiful soul.
