Journey
Lessons learned — a try for clarity. Pieces pulled from writing projects 2014-2019
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Breaking bad habits
Poetry isn’t the message. It’s the carrier.
Some are gone because they fled, some because I did. If there is balance in most things, it is with fault.
Nothing is harder to obtain than simplicity.
Transformative as a fading melody.
I won’t simply be what I’m supposed to be. Even when I hover, the choice is mine, and I choose more.
The magick of manifestation is that it was there already.
Better off dropping it anyway, but if the damn thing breaks? That’s called an answer in the question.
Interpretation is yours.
Feelings don’t ask the right questions, but do have to answer them sometimes.
If we’ve chosen to let go, then the fall must have its way.
The Grands
-six word past present. It’s never too early.
-ten word
The farthest reach of my fears and triumphs doesn’t find unanswered questions. It finds what I know already.
Know what I mean?
Maturity is an awkward rip. Growth is a loose edge.
Grandmothers, you carried me then, and I carry you now.
Whatever kind of light it is, it can’t be more than half. I think the denial of this simple truth is where every lie is born.
Because it’s likely an echo.
At any time all that I have is welcome here and used up right away.
Everything. Taken. Something beyond love.
Trouble with a proper way
to manifest these triumphs
is that silence is a slow message
for the wind to carry.
Screams once allowed in vain
whisper now aloud to the vane.
I flow into you from here. Let it bring you. The tune will never weaken.
A way in. A way out.
No obstacle like something lost. No interruption like silence.