A power line of crows debates human conscience while gridlock hits and the skyless travelers groan in their slowly moving cry for purpose and then a crash moment hits as the rubberneckers stretch their blind swollen gaze to the smash of a lovers cellular quarrel turned upsidedown suv bearing unconscience the man and the system surrounding.
preying on forgiving(thanksgiving)
expensive trash talking cheap
pentacle(obstacle)
goal making belief(relief)
sacrifice needs for desires
come apart mental eyes
feeling science forgets quality
whats the matter (warp)
space for moving (time)
(parenthetical)contexts(change)
(absolutes)nuance
Joy that shapes wisdoms song
Roots that labor springs
Preparation(anticipation)building
Keeping watch(up)
No trouble(bother)
It’s my pleasure(treasure)
Walls are but a background(drop)
To what we are making(sharing) together
Following(hints)melody
Repititous rhythem(relax)
Glimpse(presence)
Humming in secret
Laughing(at my curiosity)
combat(me)
(hospitality)
{with)draw
ringing(close)
calling(bluffs)
mis(placed)intention
(honest)retention
flood(plain)
emotions(erratic)
arousing(numb)
explosion(decision)
remission(commission)
expressing (art)
fully realized
(incrementally)
Waiting ache of wonder lost (lust)
Straightened face forcasting whether (sleep or forgotten slumber)
Exercising thighs (minds)
Mummified heart In a jar (in a car)
Suspending animation (recessitating gravitation)
I
preventing medicine
(healing surprise)
healthy fears (diversely) (diversity)
reproduce wildly
(what they’ve been told)
you don’t (listen)
protection option (opinion)
prospecting failure
(consequence collision)
slips reasons mind
(defensive suspicion)
II
living (altering) decisions
anxiousless home (heart)
powerless member
subliminal love
unconditional (remember)
structured
(like a rhythm)
with its invitation
(open)
boundry is the movement
with its inhibitions
(broken)
standing still doesnt stop time
speed increases life and death
grasping quantities releases qualities
yet much has already been given to be held(to behold)(to be heard)
what matter in life does not continue on its coarse?
horizons of collective contextual energies
bursting with the sum of determination and its flaws.
automatic relationship
voluntary mechanism
spiritual disipline
rational emotion.
figuring out of control
winding down to earth
run away with words
turn around to remember.
stressed pressurized lives
fearing rest and time lost
already behind the curve of efficiency
imagining sustain in gain
struggling to keep up with what is needed
had enough without having
(selah)
snapto superposition of all possibilities(matrices)
work through compositional lost abilities(proprieties)
(sensitivities) visio devina posturing practice
(relativities) remembering what is already known
the guide of symbols ringing out a new map
with socio-cultural demand forgetting the heart of clockwork
(internal monologues keeping their distance for harmonys sake)
interwoven hand with land
scape(scope)
obligating moral conspiricy
theory(cope)
resensitizing passivist
activity(hope)
love without condition
tradition(our living metaphor)
transcending notions preconception
create, subsist, manifest(restore)
why is it assumed that when yin and yang mix it isnt colorful
the search for right balance generally creates a grey blob
relational gestalts reveal our flaws through others that hold those traits as strengths
the optical illusion is that i am the center and need to be fulfilled
provision speaks to needs holistically where i demand specifically
reality turns out to be difficult
especially where mystery and faith are looming bothersomely overhead
beauty becons and truth stands
dynamically fortunate to hear the voice at all
mesmerized by toil and scared senseless by responsibility
i am here
present.
troubles twirl(build)
out of control seems uncommon
(supposed to be at least)
i am peculiar(alone)
we are strangers(not normal)
civilization teaches there are no needs except for status and power
(yet i long to love and be loved, know and be known)
and then the time when we are truly thirsty catches us off guard
where want crosses the threshold of need
wilderness is mean
God is unjust
life is a bad joke.
and yet its the life we’ve made(constructed)
the problems we’ve embraced or neglected
that are manufacturing the chaos in our stories
and the return to humility
takes not our fragility for granted
but accepts our strange natural wild nature…
embracing the day
no longer thinking that we control it or it us.
God is just.
Wilderness is beautiful.
Life is a dance within a 3 dimensionally rendered painting of fellow dancers, movements, stories, patterns… growing, dying, loving, learning,subverting, transcending.
