(2013)
#Generic #Heart #Opera #SoapSoftTanka
Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
