Studying,
Spiral crescents on my Vastus intermedius
It’s the way the pages brush
Dorsal to ventral
Semi textile caught-on
Paper—stitched space
Between words,
Steady with the taper
Soak in these sheets, let it savor
Redeem its flavor
For when favors for later
Occupy roles greater
Highlighting less bold,
Paying my attention for noble
Holistic mold, examine the soul
Rewarding as whole,
connecting each reflection through all participations goal,
we roll
deep
live chat unboxed, type
turned sound waves past hello
in the moment, conversation
flows effortlessly. caution color yellow
when speaking under pale blue hues
birds let know stories told through early mornings
were due to stop but echo through another time’s go
green when we’re teaming, inhaling deep breathes
with more to share compared and contrasted
future present past, catch up
mornings do, ‘bout you?
stay & lay, wake with me, part
t[w]o:day & :morrows
mylife,
i’ve been on one, two—many
times, time-traveling back and forth
present to you now as the antidote
don’t have all the answers so i keep questing ONs
vicodin as my life depended on this spin,
needle, insert, press play
music’s the remedy, i am its patient
always in therapy
i’m awear of it, matter of fact, tunes
consumed and i produce the bloom
blossoming into fossil being revisited
by the holy ghost, the upmost highlights in life
where you can only get by, sending shivers down your spine
blood flowing through your vines
as we match existence with time
accompanied by the rhythm and the melody
so lovingly, encouraging me
it’s all i need to be alive, to feel alive, you are my guide
so move me
transition is beautiful
from black to white, fade between to see the insight
connected perspective for flows directional neglected
finds more of its less to digest into progress
like bent backwards words
negative of what you heard—curved
nothing but false pretenses
you build fences with your
sentences, and your guard’s up
as if you’re some kind of victim,
it’s kind of sickening, showing symptoms
please, get well soon
anothernightpassed,
imisstakingahitaftergettingahit,oneendsaboutspliff
matterfact,minusthetobacc—oh,waitbringitback,slowlyroll,
repeat&recycle
Left brain: I am the left brain. I am a scientist. A mathematician. I love the familiar. I categorize. I am accurate. Linear. Analytical. Strategic. I am practical. Always in control. A master of words and language. Realistic. I calculate equations and play with numbers. I am order. I am logic. I know exactly who I am.
Right brain: I am the right brain. I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion. Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter. I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feat. I am movement. Vivid colors. I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas. I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel. I am everything I wanted to be.
ambidextrous, both hands raised up with which way equates and inspires brush in artifacts and aesthetic allures and attracts, a balance of opposite strokes in practical-to-radical bolts head bulbs skull tactics-kills born again past to—‘be continued’ fills a mindful set, connect two see, find reason to agree in beautifully truthful seasonings to be in fo[u]rmation come to p[i]eace together
“turnitup,”
everything rough draft, i come up with the math
do more than cloud storm, i’m already above average norm
this blue prints your new invent —whatever that spent
‘a penny for they thoughts’ while this shits freestyle sense
alltypesofsensitive,
where i have no fear and have all feel for you
tell me, make me understand that you too know
how good it is to listen first then reciprocate, mimic,
form flattery of vinyls out of crates
i love to demonstrate how genuinely you treat me
teach me to reveal, find me where i found you
i want to see the world in so many colors, basic collective set projecting more than physical objects perplex vision—a mind imprinting to revisit, smell, feel, look—listen, whispers of wind wandering, stroking leaves for a sense for ease—soothe the hallow needs, finding where i’m belonging, i freeze
i remembered how to breathe
whenthelightsglow,
i let the sun wake me up
Morning, you’re so good to me
you allow me to rest one minute more every day
how thoughtful of you
it’s breathtaking how you shine through
could even feel you
it’s a pleasure to be in your existence
the limit may get clouded—i can only doubt it getting in my way, clear skies of tomorrows already forming, cascade—the brighter picture can only formulate—concentrate on being great without the rate of a featherweight, high ways got the puff to pass, tick or sift through time/hourglass, make it last, until gravity pulls, grasp into the mass, will my hands to do more than have my mouth speak words, i rather let it breathe, let life nourish my soul walk the city, calm the nerves, pick a conversation through sign languages and verbs.
