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t44 commented on the post, overt 2 months ago
The yellow flowers
in their overt comeuppance
of the spring time throngs
fell fearlessly to the ground
after three days in bloom
then a new bud
a new sprout
stands against the tide
fearless in his opportunity
to sprout, bloom, and flourish
before falling softly to their rest -
t44 commented on the post, overt 2 months ago
The yellow flowers
in their overt comeuppance
of the spring time throngs
fell fearlessly to the ground
after three days is bloom
then a new bud
a new sprout
stands against the tide
fearless in his opportunity
to sprout, bloom, and flourish
before falling softly to their rest -
t44 commented on the post, blasted 2 months ago
I blasted away at the heart
of the one who used to say
yes
all the time.
shafted she was
once in the bed
now on the street
swearing, yelling, hurling insults
filled with profane and
harsh sounds
like a gunshot in the
wound of another being
I have found the gun blast brings
release. -
t44 commented on the post, flames 2 months, 2 weeks ago
Busyness is a fire.
life burns
slowly,
and what is found in tune within
is seemless work.
I don’t know what it is
to rest;
i only know fire.
i only know work.
and the flames burn
my flesh to cinders
and my soul to ash. -
t44 commented on the post, knock 2 months, 2 weeks ago
Knock down the door!
All falls in centers of walls
Shallow and little is the stability seen
And Boom to you another
Boom
What in this dim lit hallway could awaken me
From castles
of boom
boom boom
What
but a knock -
t44 commented on the post, baby 3 months, 2 weeks ago
baby girl
don’t cry
everything’s fine
its all okay
everywhere
everything
in this huge world
what a lie
what bulls**t
what enigmatic fallacy
we’re taught
as children
in life
by our raisers
and suitors
and others -
t44 commented on the post, visit 3 months, 3 weeks ago
Visitations are held up
by the soft, lined hands
of those who love
without restraint
without condition
who can simultaneously
see all fault and problem
and love anyways
presence is what we speak of
presence is what we notice
sometimes people attend an event
but really never visit -
t44 commented on the post, promise 4 months, 1 week ago
Promises are lighted by the soul
behind the words that flow from the mouth.
and each promise give to man
from man
or nature
or God is
a breath of fresh air
in which we see our true selves:
selves made for trust more than distrust
for hope more than anxiety
and for love more than fear -
t44 commented on the post, must 4 months, 1 week ago
I mus walk forward
and step in line
and do my chores
make it to work on time
I musn’t fall
or fail myself
I have to cook
and fix that shelf
and it all screams a kind of must
but its not true–that you can trust -
t44 commented on the post, amount 4 months, 2 weeks ago
the amount of sleep i need right now
seems incessantly too much to borrow from the day.
his time off is a paid affair
which settles us all into our beds at night
and allows us to doze and daze ourselves into restful dreams.
i know of little comfort of this amount of pay,
except that which leads us to our own dreams–
reaching, grasping, and fighting.
until the amount of sleep is worth nothing -
t44 commented on the post, both 5 months, 2 weeks ago
Both the beauty and wretched
speak of the same divine.
each fellow his all
knows not what it is that’s mine.
and all the steps and all the breaths
lead one down a line,
but all start in a Spirit
that is one of Thine.
each and every and all and both
walk the world and always doth
moving towards the great divide. -
t44 commented on the post, object 5 months, 2 weeks ago
Folly’s object is to objectify that which could never
be.
Each object falls off of me leaving me
naked,
exposed,
forever myself.
In these objects we place
ourselves,
riddled with fear,
and then we wonder,
“When the dust of our objects is blown away,
will anything
remain?” -
t44 commented on the post, despite 8 months ago
Despite the differences in each wildflower
I have seen each change and ever-tower
For the walk of the face of the pristine cliff
covers the flowers as the winds and rains shift -
t44 commented on the post, whether 8 months, 2 weeks ago
Whether or not I weather or not
the storm comes from a million miles
to crash on the instant that strikes forth
in the mesh of framework
with which life moves forward
and sees itself in the light of the […] -
t44 commented on the post, miracle 8 months, 2 weeks ago
I once saw a miracle:
the sunshine stepped
over the clouds
and reached out a friendly hand
in the bitter of winter
in the harsh winds blowing.
he walked forward to kiss my face,
and then I followed his […] -
t44 commented on the post, magazines 8 months, 3 weeks ago
Look at them–
the magazines.
they are staring at us:
those eyes–
those lips –
those faces framed and plastered on to the walls and ceilings
of my mind.
each take and each look
sings.
it sings of […] -
t44 commented on the post, side 8 months, 4 weeks ago
Side by side we stood a-bold
Not knowing what next seconds hold
We looked at each other and took a gasp
Of air as are fingers came unclasped.
We dropped 5 stories towards the sea
To understand the waters […] -
t44 commented on the post, puncture 9 months, 2 weeks ago
My finger was punctured
by the nail–
not the kind that grows on it,
but the metal kind.
the kind made of iron and
pointed in a direction that usually means
that it is going into a piece of wood.
this […] -
t44 commented on the post, dare 9 months, 2 weeks ago
I dare to say that this is not it.
It is not meant to be this way.
there is so much more to life–
if you will only stop to breathe it in,
you suffocate yourself with insecurities
and held pains
when in […] -
t44 commented on the post, methods 9 months, 2 weeks ago
there are many methods to writing poetry but all fall into one– into breathing. it is just watching the life around you suck air and spit out these beautiful moments–moments made clean or dirty but reflecting a […]
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