Monday, June 26, 2017

Something a little Like This

A subtle love,
a New York City pigeon dove.
She's not afraid to look above.

Our hearts hold hands
in conversation and in silence.

She is herself
whether it's us or more.
She prefers the peaks
to the seashore.

It's enough
to just be close and
all it takes is
just one dose.

A unique perspective,
a different approach.
Something that keeps birds
flying and
penguins grounded.

Singing songs inside
me so that I'm not
performing acts of foolishness.

I guess we'll just have
to see.  All we can
do now is guess.

Monday, May 1, 2017

ALT 3

AwfullyLittleToes

ALT 2

AbstractLandmarkThoughts

ALT 1

AlwaysLivingThings

CTRL 11

ConscientiousTreason(or)RealLife?

CTRL 10

CallousedThumbs(and)RestlessLegs

Why?

Why am I different?

Is it because I'm the third of three?  Is it because I do everything I can to be alone as me?  Is it because I live in the 21st Century?  Or perhaps it's because this western hemisphere has got a tight grip on me.  Could it be early childhood trauma?  Could it be the soil that I've buried my roots in?  Maybe a combination of thorns and petals?  Could it be a blender of culture, religion, and psychology?  Maybe I'm who I am because of who I am and in that way the answer to the question is found within the question itself..

If you want to hear the stories my brain's been drawing, please tell wake it up and give it a pencil in time.  Now that I'm awake the words are asleep (again).

Fading colors feel like forced fiction.