Potential
the last set
♥
if anything
will push you
to reach
for a greater potential
...it is love.
♥
it's like
that last set in the gym
that you never got through
...and then
slowly but surely,
you finally do!!!
♥
2013
Escaping Into Reality
Caked in dust, absorbed in other people’s memories,
Breathing crisp air at the breaking of the wall.
Tapping into the potential of everything that could be,
Barbed adrenaline furiously pumping at the gears.
Winter’s song chills the breath of those who sing it,
Icicles form on the trail of captured breath,
On the tail end of disaster that greets all with a smile,
Escaping into reality, as pieces of the subconscious die.
Plucking away at the vitality of nature’s core,
Winds howl as trees writhe in agony,
Like old bones to youthful pressure,
How we wrap our skeletons to hold in the warmth when we feel alone,
Unique vibrations that resonate are seen as glitches of the soul.
Scabbed
I See You Wield the Knife
May I have your signature?
Carve it 'cross my counter-top.
Leave a name and home address;
a valid place to ring and rot.
And when you've done your carving up;
I'd ask you to dig toward the pink.
There I'd hope you'd find a knot -
and maybe you'd untangle it?
And maybe then we'd feel a breeze
as all capacities increase -
every major snag and block,
afflictions and all resignations;
in vibrant bursts they'd go from me,
like fireworks made out of nerves;
booms defused by gaping distance,
blood that's dotted by the sparks.
You'd be thrown back from your stool
as I'm lifted like a vapor,
the burden gone - its weight removed,
and all holds on me so severed through.