Whenever I say
Something really stupid I
Smile wide because I
Probably just spoke
The truth for the first time in
A really long time.
Tag: confidence
What Have You Really Loved Till Now?
“Your real educators, those who formed you, reveal to you what is the true primary meaning and fundamental substance of your being … Your true self does not lie deeply concealed within you but immeasurably high above you, or at least above what you usually take for your ego.” Nietzsche
What I love is the
Neat, obedient, well made.
Miniature, fine
Tuned, durable, marked
By craftsmanship. Intricate,
Smelling of old wood
And discipline. Love
I also the raw, untamed,
Unshorn, tacky, and
Tawdry, unabashed
And simple, open and free.
Wild, naked, real.
I am Apollo
And I am Dionysus,
Sharing a lifetime.
The Key
It wasn’t a word
That unlocked the power. It
Was a motion, a
Feeling, beyond words.
The truth roared outward, blazing,
Undeniable.
Brothers
I trigger you and
You trigger me. We compete
And re-enact our
Parent’s drama. You
Are jealous of me, lash out.
I am stung, speak true
Vitriol, withdraw,
To rehearse the battle, time
And again. I swear
To never speak to
You, but crave your amusement
At my wit. I want
You to accept me,
But you can’t, because I am
What you are not. I
Am wise in ways that
You can’t be, and diminish
You by my presence.
We are not equals.
I am better. And so when
I offer you my
Warm embrace, you spurn
It, and power trip with your
Dubious stolen
Authority. I
Want you only to act like
A person, but you
Can only bully
And escalate. I withdraw,
Seek to shame you with
My silence. I make
Myself bigger and stronger
And louder and more
Proficient, useful
By the world’s standards, but
To no avail, still
You reject me. I
Cannot be other than what
I am. I am wise,
Articulate, well
Loved. A good brother would cheer
Me, not feel upstaged.
This becomes dusty
Death, another loss for me
To grieve, you won’t pull
Me down with you. I
Am alive and free and light.
A star, I must shine.
Double Bind
It isn’t what it
Is, and it’s not what it is
Not. Nothing and all.
If you want it, it’s
Wrong. If you avoid it, it
Finds you anyway.
There is a perfect
Circle, and you are a point
On a distant plane.
When you’re right, you’re wrong.
When you’re wrong, you’re dead wrong. But
Keep on trying, friend.
Eagle and Snake
Sapping my strength, it
Sucks the soul from me. I can’t
Pin it down, but I
Am made lesser, I
Have my peace stolen. Trembling,
I ask the ether
What it wants from me.
Why I must endure this loss.
Forty-one, vampire.
Those who wait upon
The Lord will renew their strength.
Rise like an eagle.
Betwixt and Between
“It doesn’t matter,
But I’m telling you so you
Know.” Education
For me consists of
Polarity. If there is
A fact that I know
It is frivolous.
If I don’t know it, it is
Essential. If I
Answered the question,
They wanted it in different
Units. There was a
Typo. Twenty two
Catches snare me and I am
Broken. I cannot
Stand divided, I
Can be only one thing. I
Will tell my own truth.
Flustered
I just whisper in
Your ear, “I’d love to taste your
Pussy very soon.”
No Martyr
Once did a young man
Declare that the tragedy
Of the world was
Wrong, and that he would
Fix it. Did he believe in
Himself? Sometimes. But
Not often. He had
Imbibed and lived a creed in
Which to be crushed by
The machine was a
Victory, representing
The end to the war.
Eventually he
Became a doctor and found
Himself a clockwork.
Would he spend his life
And his substance to turn back
The hands for one more
Moment? He wasn’t
That good, to die in service
Of a lost cause. He
Was selfish enough
To want a purpose for his
Life and work, to write
His name in the stars,
To stop the clock forever.
No martyr would he
Be. He would not burn
On another’s pyre. He
Would steal the sun from
The sky and hide it
In his pocket, to peep at
When he was idle.
