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Wise Enough To Know That I’m Not Wise Enough

 

In the act of eyes, I’ve judged with momentum,

A sweeping weakness of mine

That leaves an innocent soul to wander the desert of desire,

Digging up sands of sparkles that disintegrate with the push of wind.

To learn that the only thing that is worse than fear is hunger,

Love is a danger, and everyone’s a victim,

Love is a blessing, and some are gifted with its grace.

How I swear, and how I close my eyes,

To watch the sun rise, in pallets of orange, red, and tan,

And to watch the fireball drop,

Into oceans, behind mountains, under sheets of glowing ice.

Even as wise as I think I am, I’m astounded by how little I understand.

Springing from a coil of disbelief, to raise my hopes like waves on a full moon,

Is a rare cosmic occurrence.

History of its past resembles the beheaded chicken on the block,

Dumb bastard…

The full moon elicits blood from the savage.

And a hunger for prey that seems so small in the act of your eyes,
That your judgements could harm a fly.

Shoo.

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The Freest Feeling

In transit, a seagull squaws above,
My eyes rise to the occasion.
But it is what the seagull squaws about,
That catches my ball of attention,
The freest feeling floating along.

A helium balloon wiggles up
Through a crisp sky of azure,
A forest of clouds burst from the horizon,
Topped off with a drizzle of golden sun honey.

Everyone around wonders why,
I stare blankly at the sky,
Their thoughts direct to trouble,
The badness rains from our atmosphere,
But no-
I recognize the freest feeling,
As the balloon climbs so high,
Nothing can stop its silver back,
From twinkling with the stars.

A little further in the distance,
A second balloon tosses and
Flips around like a fish,
Just as free and just as beautiful.
What a strange coincidence,
But the freest feeling never travels alone.

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In between the hands of hours, time swept under a door to the house of life,

It went somewhere untraceable, minute mice lightly breathing

Behind rooms of overlarge things, in nests of seconds comprised of

The smallest memories, not even a human could remember.

 

The clock struck midnight, this grand mahogany monument,

Behind the glass, a snow-faced grandfather,

With silver tick tocks, racing for years, at an unchangeable pace,

Wound its gears through golden years in the house of life,

 

Managed meaning and enforced its laws, though never realizing;

Some had watched its motions, tensed up, rushed, remembered, forgot,

Some followed it time like roads, and they drove on, never knowing where to go,

Until accident or attraction.

 

And then there were one or two who knew, through clever nights, listening,

Waiting for the clock to talk, and realizing that time answers for no one,

Because time is relatively false.

For that, they were the wisest.

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Sky’s height, a rise of epic-

The lone Helix Mountain greets me like a Mt. Fuji

Miles so far away.

The bus ducks under bridges and scrambles around turns,

But it doesn’t shake sight of that tan grand peak

With the sprinkle of evergreens on top,

And its inviting openness.

My, how I wish everyday to meet that of which

Is within the epicenter of its everything.

A sole It that welcomes all to climb,

Challenges the ones that pursue,

And rewards the honorees for summiting.

Many will tell you there is more to a mountain than looks,

Like a security guard to a mall,

A mountain is a safety to a small area for the greater Earth.

Some days I’ll want to shake that security guard and thank them,

Some days I’ll want to rest under open skies in a blueberry starlight,

On Helix Mountain, breathes of thin air,

Isolated,

in a nest of nature,

To reach the top and become the King of my land.

How mountains move me,

Save

For the moments, I get the feeling,

That I move mountains, too.

 

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