Prox

Partially about a dream. then ranting, also dedicate this to words and shape and what they does for us

Only when I was willing
To dive underneath
There
I found
Poise

A beautiful turquoise
Necklace that shines in the sun
Far below the deep end of the pool

The rays now show many different
Possibilities,
Direction,
Becoming
 
Inevitable
Transformation
Craving for
Adventure
Admiring
This marvel
I have found
Be
neath

SoMe

I want to be
Somewhere
 There is a delicate stare
Two tonight
Beautiful lights
Kiss
The carnal things she does
Hidden behind a cloak of black
Conversant
Just like me
Together
I'd like that.
Now
Before
The locker with no need to open
 And no need questions it
The secrets within
Fuel beyond desire
You can't trap it
 So shed it
My natural state
I awaken
Time
Life
I want to go back.
Away from the mirrors
Consciousness, that

Zone out
On the dust
Breaking off
Breaking away from
Uncertainty
Containment


We are all so certain about the things that we know. We are all so certain about our intelligence and how we will survive next, well beyond that now because it has become frivolous, losing meaning, dying away
Is your love dead? I go there and it is cold. Please, I cry, come back. I shake, and I shake but no response
Has your love run away? Because of the things that I do? Because of the things I have done?
Was your love ever there? Suddenly things are coming into focus.
I am, it seems, constantly smiling and frowning at once.
Dancing lunge of an omnipotent lung. Pounce.
Am I the only one that knows?
Who do I tell?
Everyone seems bored, heart is broken,
Still
Clinging to the false love
Deception

Spread in this world of words
People preaching hatred every day
And they stick to pain
Hollowing, that
Just stop,
It has no effect
Continually
I try to say
Hate,
Discrimination,
Cruelty,
Misery,
 Stays the same


I know love
Hint, unconditional
So far away it seems
There is no belief
There is only a dream
It is created within
Those who stay strong
 Among the cruel
Nothing hidden
Rebirth
Our world
Of photographs, of
Judgement
Constricting.
Proves unworthiness
To that which is always

Concealed
Knowledge,
It should be
Destroyed
Forced change
For enforcers of change
Action for the actors
Refuse to respond
Rude remarks
"The guilty dog barks first"
So.
"I am"
Sure we all are

Tired
Illusions
And the lack there of
Just be
They will never be like you
Love

Author's Note