My talent, a lucky charm beneath
Skies of open fire, a solitude of
rain in dissonance with my subtle
Future rage; of powers drained from
Solid State Batteries as if they really
Mattered to meHear me now
Naked I stand before you
Naked I stroll nimbly
Naked talents; underdeveloped mischief.
My lucky charm a
Talent wasted,
My rage against the
Times like these,
The unfounded upsets &
The scores of treacle
Dripping, like the days of us;
Kitchenless children inHibernation
There is no day like the present.
Dancing along the boulevards of
Saké, picking up the leftover dreams
From the ones that crawled before
Us, not needing the scissors to
Cut the ties that bound; that tied and
Limited the life force given.
I accept my destiny as set in stone,
The magical word is --Presence
There are no answers
To the worry I frequently feel
Of running out of words
Of no longer finding air
To breathe
To fly
To be
AnotherThere are no answers
To the silence behind the white space
Between the tabs and unpunctuated
Patternless drivel of lunacy
La Luna shrouded in
No mysteryThere are no answers
As no questions are really asked
Of you
Of me
Of honest folk
To carry us forward
Beyond the calling of the dark dreams
There is more of us
More of truth —in stories
As the wind of destiny blew the
Curtains wide
I stared down the spinning wheel and
The offering of time
~
In the shallow waters of the ancient well
I saw your truth as you did tell of
The fire, the love, of death once
Mourned
No longer our glue, no longer our
Moment
~
We prayed to gods of parcels
For those waiting to receive
Our minds aligned to the delivery
To the magical — unboxing
~
And so the story ends
With a promise that today
The shipment of stories bound
Is coming your way
I once attempted to write of love
Of the light that shines above
Then the storm came and the
Ship sank
Most of the good words lost at depth
Only the dark and hollowly expressed
Ever resurfaced
Elvis never actually left the building
he turned off the air-con
upped the heating to max
then turned in a pirouette
laughing out loud as the mirrors tumbledI WALK FREE
beneath your shattered dreams
behind your broken backs
beyond your understanding
before the fall of manI am
I come with no strings attached
I come with no expectations
I cross my heart
Crossing your dream from the list of
Buckets that makes the you
Different from the list of meEmpty
Silent
My dreams no longer describable
Though as likely as a common folk
Unbecoming the pauper
I will love you from afar
From a safe distance
I will admire youUnknowingly
I’ll Let Myself Down, Thank You
It doesn’t work
Because in a dream I dreamt you said,
“This isn’t something serious.”
And I know, and I know, and I know…
But let a napalm heart pretend.
I see a million ways to ford the river
If I had not stomached so many stones
Too many too manies
Too many how would its
Too many I’m olds
Such a sweet thought
Such a beautiful coal in the folds of my coat
And I shall warm my fingers memory-side
From time to time while I can
You skipping stones
Your sleeping bones
You pulling me up from below
It doesn’t work
To let you go with my eyes open
_____________________________
Maureen Armstrong @haikkun
Reblog cuz #napalm iz close to my heart also
From the top of my head, varying from a chance to share deep thoughts to fun and easy-going inebriation, but mostly both. Some of us go way back! Makes me wish travelling was cheaper. Anyway, these people:
@takingstockofwhatmattersmost
@readsal
@cruxymox
@agirlcalledco
@midnightxmasquerade
@allnightsong2
@haikkun
@fifty-shades-of-apathy
@behind-the-veil-of-sanity
@cravingwitandwisdom
Me thinks there was a spelling error in there as I is not worthy of inclusion on such list. #ignoreme Though I will always suggest following @fifty-shades-of-apathy cuz … just because #thereareonlyafewthatcanmoveme
I’m not particularly impressed by Tumblr on IOS right now… *pheuming* WTF so you mean when you say IT COULD NOT BE SENT – TRY AGAIN ????!! All of my my frcking words are gone you stupid shit of an app. You better sort yourself out or I will get my Scottish dictionary out… and that will not be pretty @staff
