ThoughtSong Intersections

when thinkers feel

Tag: culture

sole love lauding (narcissist’s catharsis)

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
 
 

getting to Know

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
 
 

roster riche

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
 
 

found

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
 
 

a prescient pollen

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’s way

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
 
 

rosed fading

what if i become a rose
when i fade
 
can the fading precede the rosing
i pray
i want to be a rose someday
 
 
 

piece Keeping

the world is full of pieces
His Pieces;     which we…
     stratify
when He does not
          attempting to be Him
          we miss Him
     Completely
 
I am aware of your
compartment
for me
     your simple organizing big talk
     your clunky caste oblivion
 
while Categorical Granularity grapples
…with;     who
        are you again
.
re-null your Hyposition;
     notebook number six meet notebook infinite
AND observe
closely >>   brilliant
uncredentiality;
wonder
copiously;
:
Love
:
love ……..
                    Love …….. ;      me*
:
:
construe
crudely…
          compartments are beyond you

Primary Color

Brown, brown, brown, brown – all the colors of the universe engendered at the dare of dawn. In hand, a spectral palette on which the love of many shall wax cold oblivious to green futility. Seizer of green – no sense of synch, a wonderment cresting flat. Synchronize and see it is of no small task to stay in rhythm …cresting flat? The ordinary has a wonder. Master that green ought come soft and easy. The synch is out of order. A muddled meter reigns informing musing mayhem that enchants.
I’ll dance.
For a spell. Always for a spell.
 
The ordinary has a wonder. I am god presumably unacquainted with the insignificant. Only me.
Omniscient me, ruling out of rhythm.
 
Bloated brilliance devoid of luster hypes a minus-book pinched from the annals of essence.
Author not known
fully.
 
Monochromatic proficiency feigned, I prance to brown and die.
Author not know
fully.