circumstance eludes the winner

start the day with a song
beating your head to bits
(and bytes)
you can’t go wrong…

how thoroughly does the day
find remorse and platitudes
slipping away

where are my shoes?
by the couch
no eliza here to fetch
sleep necessity for
lost foundations

how to chime the best of incarnation
reverberations and contracted spite

did i tell you once
how there is no trick
to letting silence go
driving worry to its infinity
bouncing off of pride
stagnation will cower
while humility metes its only end

there is no format of perfection
only countless directions
for skies cry, too
the Sky weeps, too …

mother orb finds Man
to be a rude visitor
marching His time
His only loved creation

there is no distance
hope climbs
consistent recourse and rectories

dance away
find a better place
the soft heart is a weakness
only the strong can carry

wide dreams are a sign
only the pragmatic can define
branches of apocalyptic minds
written on crumbling walls
shattered sticks
scribbled into forgotten wishes

did love see the divisions?
oh, i think i noticed

i saw souls hoping to part
their purple seas
grasping for tiny shreds
bits of trampled realities and drops
of worth

bytes of conformity
protection blamed on conglomerations
all sorts
thick shells
fortes
barriers dividing the ins and outs

where does peace reside?
it is simply a way
a path

a road under weary fete
it isn’t a thing you find
it’s a thing you use

the destination?
oh, don’t ask me that!
different for everyone, it is
different, yet the same

we all want
good to be what benefits
the fading footsteps
of the me

who is me?
oh it’s not much different
than the self who gave everything

YOU gave everything,
don’t you think i know?

yet what should
a survivor carry into
THIS battle? conflict
just another name for
children

children that are always late to their supper
kicking the ball one last time

yet another orb

and the strongest among us would run after
the rolling taunt

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rain falls
and i can’t help but think
how the pansies are relieved
it is not marble sized hail…not this time

but the other part of me
knows that flowers probably don’t think at all
decorations around sex organs –
where does the mind of a flower reside?

maybe the roots
or maybe it has no mind at all
and that’s the rub, isn’t it?

we project
our own feelings
onto other when chances are
nothing is there

absolutely nothing
a pit of indifference

but the rain falls
and the air is cleaner
easier to breathe
i am the me of gratitude
temperature cools

each sigh will consider life
as taking a break to let
to let the earth weep

we run after this orb…
she IS consistent
this poor thing
but i love Her…
consign entire thoughts as nothing
absolutely nothing

a champion, you know
this life, delivered

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