Embarrassment is a much-hindered ally
Hidden behind enemy lines
Who attacks with the knowledge that hurts us the most
To help us let go such designs
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Blessed is the mindset that finds errors in others
Not for the struggle of ego it delves
But rather the gift of the clarity given
To others… to learn of ourselves
I dream of the days when I don’t have to chase
myself around racing to clean
The garbage I’m constantly throwing about
Not seen until after it’s been
I dream of a seeing inside of my being
That knows of it all the much sooner…
But the closer I get to that hard inner pit
Through practice of coming in tuner
The more the idea that I know what I’m doing
Sends me off on the path of a lunar
Just another wandered lover
Planted to grow in the Earth
With knowings so little
Yet enough to acquittal
The masses from ashes to mirth
A consummate consternator
Obstinate of junction
Obsessive as a coin curator
Constant in his function
Puncturing the arbitrary
Suctioned into action
Burdened by the boysenberry
barb of satisfaction
Oh sweet lapse of budding garments
Clothing oft this man-o-kin
Shifting eyes to lost environments
Ever-spanned in front of him
And yet, it fashions pair-o-docks
Worn oft on defeet
For inside him is hollow doubt
From never looking in
But if he’s not been looking out…
Where’s his headspace been?
Darkness grips with tired claws
Ired wings and mired pause
Upon the things inspired in…
A life that draws from dark and dim
Today I will rise with the sun
My food will be simple ~ from the earth
I will roam freely, cradling a wondrous eye
My actions will be full of purpose, never outlasting their need
The people I meet will feel enchanted, for they are weaving wonders
And my trail will be soft, for it is walked in the sea of a dream
That laps at the shore of our truth
I’ve seen you in my dreams before
But never in the face
Like I’ve been a dozen times
But can’t recall the place
I’ve felt you glowing with a knowing
stowing in my belly door
Rolling out in waves of growing
Blowing in the winds of change
Showing me in subtle hints
The glints of knowing
In my range
Even though I get distracted
Acted on the matter factlies
Stacking in my tractor pulls
Of sectored talks
And inner tallies
Shink it!
Watch it, grooving slow
Moving over westward low
Schucked away like husky fibre
Plucked off in a passing flow
Scored amidst the swelling glades
Of guesser tells, and lesser grades
Where shades of cosmic wonder lapse
Like whispers out of liddle taps
That drip with trips into the core
The inner land of Bellador
Where there spans a bandoned shore
I’ve seen you there in dreams before
There stands on a mountain
On a peak I can see
A person who’s peeking
And pondering me
Let me waft through the air
With the softness of smoke
From torching the offness
I often evoke
You’ll never know the depths you tug
You’ll never know the heft
Of blessings grown from seeds you dug
Before the day you left
Spun from the webs of the Stars
Pearled with a Gossamer Dew
One with this Cosmos of Ours
But in all of the Worldly Ways– Two
Patience and persistence
A healthy shelled resistance
Forgetting bout the setting up
And letting go the distance
Fires in the belly welling
Pouring out the whole
Rolled up in a soulful total opal of a goal
I can attest to a test to invest
in the crest of the best of the rest of my time
I wish to confirm that a stern kind of burn
can in turn be the churn of a learning we earn
to discern of the kernels eternally yearning
to fern and internally shine
When I look inside of her
There’s sparkles and there’s dreams
Swirling curls of phosphorescent
Cosmic pearly beams
So when she asks me how I stand
Her hardened outer gall
I tell her with a quiet grin
It isn’t hard at all
The best rules, aren’t.
Don’t Esterunditmate Me
She rhymes with the beauty ~*
That ☼ shines in her tears
That cry out in ♪ laughter
That winds ∞ through the years
I’m a subliminal criminal with ephemeral claws
And seminal seeds of untenable laws
That cause an amenable polemical portent
Of comical obstinance for illogical torment
It’s a pernicious little snippet
With a vicious form of wisdom
Granting forth the prior wishes
Of those exiting its kingdom
As a means to draw them back
Into the place where they were hatched
Weeding out the freedom fighters
From the others still attached
Though I remind myself year after year
Though over and over it’s been proven so true
That all I’ve been searching for’s already here…
It’s amazing how little I knew
I gotta figure my diggin and rigamarole
To trigger a livin that’s given a goal
Of biggerin vigor to jigger a jolt
That’s driven to live in the givening gold
Do Stuff:
You’ll feel better
You think the world is young
You think its tongue is known
You guess you’ve grown a lot:
You’ve got a lot to own
And yet alone you whisper
With a whimper in the night
Flown the flight of growing old
But rarely going right