I’d aimed to be
a ME-ist
when He
called me high
beneath a rise
where strength grows on peony petals
breaking through
The rock
radical love
a shock;
stock ME-istism
rocked —
chinked by pink
and powder
what will
make the sage
stand still —
I know that’s
when He speaks;
toppling olympus
wresting Me from isms
bare; I saw Me in His basket
patently
picked on
purpose
square peg
so singularly square
encased
by unrelenting angular protrusions
exposed
bereft of primative precision
diminished surely
yet
without contour
square peg
turning
circling
appropriating arcs
quieting quadrature
craving classification
among
circumferences
Dig me………………
no
.
deeper,
darling
My best is kept
by cover
in quiet
Dirtformed;
Informed…
what shape the sun
should
hue me
what scent the rain should
gild
me
what love
the air
should
Grow. ME.
what
given —
mY
best me
hidden
To see:
Dig
Me, deeper
+Keeper
It is concluded:
I
shall
touch
though your incognizance
will render its
immediacy
moot
immediacy
not
permanence
hallowed
for this moment
only
Summer came shimming up, shooing, shamming
shining up;
humming
hopping
hashing up
my fragrant true
Tell my zig,
my simple do tell
I am not
When shining high
High in blades of verdant limbo
Carry well your bushy pride
Summer came shimming, shooing, shamming
Clamor on my cheek of chill
Reach in deep and find a charm
A charm of cane
Of cane and purple
Humming and hopping
my fragrant true
there comes a time when
succumb to Fine
is
in
order
when blindsided by
the fineness
and groping for a new
direction
away
from
the scene of injury
SURRENDER
strategically
conserving the sane
of Maintain
no pain
after the initial blow;
too grown
not to know
the
rest…
of a fineness conquest
Freedom —
you are
the cruelest captor
deft confining;
sweet fondness
binding
savagely;
how
do I Defy
untied
no ultimata
no terms pro rata
to impugn
Irately;
so sedately
sure
your hold
Secure
:
when smiling
what constitutes
a plea
amidst the free
my sentence is immutable
there is no
love
in admiration;
Awe —
its only
effect
utterly unattainable
when
exploits
fail
to
amaze
yet–
solace love
encroaches
interrupting applause
with
aroused approaches
forgiving strata,
bartering
Embraces
for wagonfuls of Wonder
.
Under-
qualified
to provide
perpetually bounding bravos
— Unauthorized —
considering
notoriety’s anxieties
Refused entirely
!
Exchanged
for
intimate
you Toos
fear demands
unsettling Imbalances and
love Creates
a soothing place
love Mandates
a sharing space
love Combines what awe divides
how
utterly…
laudable
I’d aimed to be
a ME-ist
when He
called me high
beneath a rise
where strength grows on peony petals
breaking through
The rock
radical love
a shock;
stock ME-istism
rocked —
chinked by pink
and powder
what will
make the sage
stand still —
I know that’s
when He speaks;
toppling olympus
wresting Me from isms
bare; I saw Me in His basket
patently
picked on
purpose
and that’s how I know;
the somber silhouette grew
smaller
in the distance
and I knew I knew I knew I knew I knew
I knew before then too
but Then
I knew I knew
he
knows Not; no
saddling himself
with
such
but I knew that too; And
I just
know
it All
Except how not to know
i do
feel
the sun
the wind on my skin
i feel this train
moving
perhaps not all was lost
in the wreckage
but
this heat
warms differently;
his, not quite as subtle
this breeze enlivens
this train is rocking, back and forth
tho drier eyes would
help me,
hold on better
strangely, sensing
sensing;
perhaps not all was lost
Master Class —
How To
ignore your assonating prose
of presumption
such useful lessons
you impart
Yes, and since my honorable conferment
I’ve shed, not one tear;
Technique-ified
to qualify
for life
without fear
without risk —
Unexposed;
See it, but don’t see it
Hear it, inaudibly
Teach! Master Craftsman
Successful
AND Safe
I’ll be as
peerless as you
one day
He believes
in me;
eyes
wider than mine
for me; unsettles —
smiles
when he speaks of it
now,
how Facility
found
fragility
remains to be seen
but joy convinced green
when he
leaned
in
;
weighty
greatly
taken with
One man’s
treasure
it’s
on
me
— all in my hair
time
under
the weeping willow
put it there
you brushed yours off so easily;
mine seemed to stick, a little
wisteria
Misteria
your fragrance
rapt
me tight
and hurled me
far
beyond the garden’s edge
a Siren scent
awaits
beyond that gate
don’t tell
me you can’t hear the
smell
..that detours us to eden
what if i become a rose
when i fade
can the fading precede the rosing
i pray
i want to be a rose someday
his effect
I suspect
was much more than
it should have been
no particular destination
as She sat in the station; guarded
among real riders none of whom could have been more present to her than her thoughts
telling all her business silently
she
fell
for the hype
despite
smug swipes
at Bumptious and Swagga
such lively protestations,
demonstrations:
truth over trivial
substance over form
advance!
authenticity norms
fell
right
over
The Package+
smartly
swathed in
swarthy
swellness;
eyes wide
opting
for all that
That+
fell, tripped up
not only
NOT better
but
worse
by far
sporting sparse
with eyes
on
The Package+
;
who doth protest too much?
why’s the down
always up?
unwrap that and see
ain’t nothing in there for me
ain’t
nothing
in there for me
Truth’s Triviality*
ripe
for the hype
soul Insecurity
protest that
then come
back
sweet
comes
in flavors; invented
Before
palates
predating sugar
and honey Too
virtue
infusions
round Your hue
notes of poise imbued
Ne’er will
epicure’s
dearth
in matter-mirth
skew
how i
savor
you
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