What Nothing Knows

Shroud and hide behind yard sticks
measurements hundreds, distant small talk
without anxious effects affecting
me or us, as eyes should know no I.

Count it as balance, some incoherent opposite
that instants upon us burnt out questions
of why I see identities, how to solve humanity
preying me to feel the failure of control.

But souls can see more clearly than I,
and know wholeness at times eyes fail.

Be aware but beware of the tricks,
know nothing knows wellness
know nothing knows absolute peace
know nothing knows bliss.

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[Hedra Helix]

seriously,
naivity the last refuge
where rightousnes lives
where unfocused I can
to this day
see his and her and my total beauty
can live and feel without
fear of them counting me as prey
for my soul being what it wants,
for letting my mouth be pretty

where words and emotion arent counted
out
like
coins from a tight purse
and the world isnt the enemy of I
starting from within my own mind first
quantified
quiet thoughts kept
for lessons seen from the hands of my past of people struggling
dealing out their own faults,
attack dogs from a dark yard
ZAP
destabilizing my security

living wide has its own gift
bravery tempered with the wealth of wise
that rise
with the scars
runs it, a rift that flows fast as a river
food and faith as friendship
at least sometime
but not never
instead of only fear.


I Dig that.

[Hisou_Tenshi]

Wow.. That's amazing. Kind of delicate for my dizzy mind, but I got some of it. I think. You really have a way with words in this poem. It's really great.