Polemic

You and I- are like the naturally occurring equinox

Try as we might by our desire to mesh as the unmistakable equals we are

Would foolishly lead us into a sacrificial implosion

Having only metrically irritated one another from our efforts

You’ll follow your innateness to the end of time

As I follow the reflections of heavenly mirrors with mine

Only one of us could ever serve in the sun

While the other hovers as the face of the moon

We’re designed to harmoniously balance darkness and light

However, only if neither of us chases or lays claims as the other’s shadow

Our desire is meant to serve throughout our passionate fate

That motivates all we will ever become, as individual codependents

We’re constricted by our existence for a grand function

Poetically bound together in everything … but love

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Aesthetical

You’re afforded to adjudicate me in whatever fashion you desire

Albeit this typically occurs when others measure me by their philosophy

And one most often that I’ve not subscribed to nor chosen to accept

But its o k really, we can all learn from even mistaken fallacies

Cynics in our life are dark clouds that pass over and inconveniently rain on us

Per usual just when we’ve made some earnest progress in our life garden

While narcissists in our lives are like dark nights that linger in morning’s after

They not only stole all the blankets but every ounce of our lit morning sun

The world fruits with great wonders but it also has far too many noxious weeds

Crowding in personal cracks and spaces with platitudes of “self-serve first”

Contaminating or influencing life connections of any susceptible environment

We’re at mercy to where we establish our roots in hopes to thrive in our purpose

Some of us will become roses, or weeping willows while others dry out and die

Whatever it is I attain to, I pray what I leave behind… flourishes as beautiful

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Ensuing

They told me my grief would get easier with passage of time

But all it has become is an unending swan song

As the DB majors and C minors cut through all of those lies

Leaving stripes of tear stains upon my cheeks

And my life, much like my broken heart feeling empty

I’m sure a part of them meant well but honesty played no part

Making my world even smaller than I once thought

Still, I wash my face, stand up straight in your memory

But I’m fully sure you know all too well, I’m just pretending

You’ve been the soul of my heart since the moment of your birth

That pivotal moment when the universe changed forever

I had no idea your absence would cause the universe to retract

All of life’s goodness that your presence depicted

Leaving me beset within this slow-motion… heart attack

Floccinaucinihilipilification

Empty preserve jar and buttered grain toast sacrifices morning appetite

I hear the daily political rhetoric resonate across the screens

Both on video as well as outside on the sidewalk of passing people

And yet even today I remain numb about most of the subjects

Rarely do I engage or take any sides of additional growing disharmony

As if I’ve been snake bitten intellectually and lean shyer

All this world learns from life is how to fight or profit for any reason

Having long forgotten those missing from our broken hearts

Making my palate for the sweeter things of life soured

And I question what more or purpose will become of my time left here

As grains of lost time are converted into manufactured solar panels

Surely, human intends to extend their colonial perversion into the whole universe

Trying to one-up one another or find satisfaction for an unquenchable thirst

It is truly my hope long before then… to ascend and miss all that mess

Silky petals

Could not the Odyssey spare me a Nightingale

Thereby offering me promising hope of warmth

Invite me to picture a rural sylvan of green tops

Colorful butterflies in flight and light hair girls

Chasing after without real intent to surrender

Oh, I could almost hear their echoing laughter

As I lay alone, reading somewhat sprawled out

Upon an inviting blanket where I offer them rest

Then, we would chat about the flowers and moon

And of course, love and lazy afternoons- all alone

Sisters or friends endeavoring to become women

And I- merely but lad desiring to become a man

Would only too happily feel obliged to them both

After all, what then is nature for if not to…bloom

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Necesitty

I’ve read that our journey is our mission of purpose

But I’m unsure others would be so easily convinced of that

Some may argue its unknowable; how cynical to avoid a stance

It is strange how truth and fiction interchange with the winds

One minute, it and the sun are at your back, in the next vice versa

But for the life of me, I’m unsure which we catch most often or why

I’ve left myself available and open-minded enough for listening

I can be astute to facts and remain fully attentive

Yet, I saw nor heard from anyone that claims otherwise

I’m a simple man steeped in a resolve of living by my beliefs

None of which I can claim is absolute, but it fits me well

Like the winds, I’ve often changed directions in my life’s venture

Some missions require you to remain… right where you are

Normalizing

I abhor when others dishonestly mispaint the world as only beautiful

As if avoiding true ugliness humans endure should be hidden

And their pain and suffering erased from everyone else’s view of realities

To prevent darkness from infecting and causing even more tragedies

Albeit others oft recreate a more palatable truth of what they ingest

In order to stomach the illusions, that they themselves afford to live

What then of the efforts for those who’ve climbed out of hell

While all others were busy ignoring their cries for help

Those brave souls that wear unseen scars from their battles

Is not their choices to resist obvious fallacies more courageous

Are not warriors as ascetically beautiful as an unblemished model

Or an inspiring soul that has overcome a pervading presence

How so disingenuous to use our beliefs to mismeasure the lives of others

And avoid the task of truly seeing our ignorant selves in… a mirror

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Wintery

I’ve felt your presence amongst the stars

I’ve longed for you but we’ve never met

I’ve looked for you outside my thoughts and dreams

I’ve felt touches of your soul touching me

But you hid away from my view

Avoided the same barren streets I traveled through

As I meandered on hopes and whispered prayers

I’d find you alone and sitting somewhere

Even in a crowd of a million different people

I’d know you by the gleam in your eyes

Feel the present heat of your soul burning

Hear the erratic beats of your heart’s echoes

As if you were the only one standing there

We’d embrace until I kissed away your… last fear

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Spoilage

You got caught up in a misunderstood defiance

You saw heroes but they were re-indoctrinators

So, you and your peers become the new rebellion

You welcomed it to hide your inner eccentricities

Thereby making it easier to blend and be accepted

Like a new fashion that was known as aberrational

From there your arrogance grew welcomely wilder

Secretly wearing a cape fancying yourself as change

In all reality, your mind had been simply smudged

Focusing only on the seeable nearsighted objectives

Prattling worn-out platitudes, you knew nothing of

A petulant child wearing moldy misunderstandment

Like fascists before you that hid behind a selfish lens

Entitled as self-appointed lords… regime of narcissists

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Risky

I whispered to you so many times

But I’m only just discovering now

You never heard a word from my heart

And I’m really unsure which is worse

Simply too slow to know or feeling ignored

Love for me requires I attempt it

Even if I fail in my messages

Something inside myself was attracted

To someone that doesn’t know I’ve existed

Like a shadow of a suppressed whisper

Waiting to be coaxed into loves light

I am all I ever been deep inside myself

But my heart wanted expansion

In the arms of someone… attentive

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