I’ve been short on things to say
but there’s so much that
i want to see.
i think that
makes up for
as my brain
i’ve worn so many different types of eye glasses:
rose colored glasses
black n blue glasses
hello kitty glasses
john lennon glasses
shoot, i’ve even used
and what’s amazing me,
at this very moment,
while i reflect on MY list with poetic license…
chin in my hand like this is the deepest thought of the day and shit….
it’s not what the eye glasses did FOR me…
it is that my eyes knew just how to behave behind each type of frame.
moral of the story, dear reader?
i don’t need new eye glasses.
choice, death, divinity, existential, floppy, free will, freedom, goodbye, heidegger, jackandrose, Kant, memories, movingon, Nightingale, nostalgia, poetry, Ponty, sinking, surrender, survive, titanic, trinity
it’s strange, nightingale….
i’ve refused to buy a new floppy for twenty damned years
and instead, preferred to delete you slowly,
song by song.
it’s taken me around twenty years,
but, you’re gone from storage.
i’m not sad, really, but it’s a reminder that nothing lasts, really,
and for me,
divinity is the trinity,
and, for me, the trinity is a silver wall.
i’ve used it for climbing, dangling my feet, stargazing, walking, praying, loving, vogueing…
and i’m taking proper care to store all of that shit carefully.
the things i didn’t think i could do without you.
you are my jack to the rose, and i know you’ve drowned.
it hurts to think of you in that freezing ice, but i know you don’t have to feel anything, so i can’t blame you entirely…
though i know you should be flying; so many circumstances i couldn’t control.
i tried to hold on. but you let go.
you let go and you fucking gave up.
so i had to erase them.
i hope you understand; i mean, i know you do.
i’m not sad. i’m just…kinda torn up a little.
maybe just fragile. maybe just survivor’s guilt, like they call it.
but when my disk is full, again, which it almost is,
i promise i will intentionally save all of my own and
go buy a new fucking floppy so I can make some more.
and one of my files will be called, “nightingale.”
I believe in metaphysical and infinite connection.
I’m listening to the Rend Collective and it’s so uplifting 😀
I believe music speaks.
I believe silence speaks.
I believe questions are okay.
I believe in promises of redemption and transformation thru God’s love.
shedding the chains of yesterdays’ stories.
It’s time for dancing and romance in the true sense of the word.
I have my compass.
I can lend you my compass if you need it.
It’s time for stars and ships and navigators that are Spirit led.
It’s time for sand clocks, messages in bottles, ashes and dirt. lots of dirt.
It’s time for worms and manure; sure, why not?
It’s time for Church and community and saints and praise.
Devils that want out of the dark.
and medicinal plants.
snow angels, wine, and medium rare steaks.
Cowboy boots, country songs, some good beer, and no more spreadsheets.
bare feet, kites, sand castles, and cloud counting.
roses, daffodils, peonies, and narcissi.
sunlight broke thru again.
blood and tears is what it takes.
sometimes the light burns.
but i’m not wearing anymore sunscreen.
and i don’t need you to block me from it, so stay out of my fucking way.