Oh, how exhausting . . .
Righting every wrong,
Fighting every battle,
Letting everything pierce
Your armor through.
All because you
Refuse to simply
Let it go.
***
There are only two options for you:
Move past it or get over it.
With both choices you must act,
Never settling or
Turning, going back.
To stay is to
Sink, to dwell
Will be
Death.
***
Malice or oblivion: Who knows?
Intention–the control thereof–
It separates mind and soul
Or binds them more closely.
Awareness, also,
The cutting edge
Upon which
Death, Life
Fall.
***
Frigid or scorching–
There's no half of heartlessness:
Only do or die.
***
Temerarious:
To wait, do nothing–stillness.
Pausing life is death.
***
You desire to be in control of
The here, the now, and the future.
You covet what you can't have,
Attempting to steal what
Was never meant for
Humans to own.
How could we
Even
Try?
***
We are afraid to endure,
Worrying about our futures,
Exhausting ourselves with waiting.
So much is lost to stretches of time,
That our most potent living
Is accomplished in little splices.
***
If bracing for a shout,
Can you even hear the whisper?
What is a nudge
When compared to a shove?
You search for fireworks,
Yet a candle is already at hand.
We are our own worst complications.
Inspiration is simplicity,
Waiting quietly to be noticed,
So ready to be useful,
If only we would look
Longer than a moment.
***
I can lead you
To stand in the light,
But all you will see
Is the darkness
If you refuse to simply
Open your eyes.
***
Has it passed you by?
Flown beyond the ear
And been lost,
Dying–
As all breath and sound
Must eventually do?
Or has it wormed its way inside,
Buried beneath the skin,
And lodged in heart and mind,
Eternal–
As words occasionally become?
***
Magic exists in the realm of wording.
Choose carefully
What spells you cast on others:
Known or unknown,
Phrases grow, fester, infect.
Speak life where you can,
Truth when you must,
And learn to hold death
Captive on your tongue,
Behind a white cage.
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Inkling
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