An ultimatum stood at my door
And greeted me so fondly
To the tune of my thumping heartbeat.
"Live as I seem or die as I am"
The words had reverberated in my skull and rattled my bones-
Sick with grief and mourning
Of a life never lived,
A lick of air never tasted on a tongue of a new man-
Not man-soon-to-be, or transsexual or Pinocchio without the splintering of wood but of words,
......
A little girl in her pretty pink home,
Imperfect for foreign eyes,
For her, it's the perfect dome.
The flowers she planted to heal,
The necessary walls she built.
She knows how to close the windows now
Without any guilt.
It was grey before,
......
I Stand still
Observing through the depths of the double sided mirror
Witnessing all tears of anguish and
Blissful smiles
Everyone stares right through my eyes
Never realizing
Im here
Reaching my arms out to the wonders
Their reflection paints.
......
Velveteen Rabbit:
left forgotten on the floor,
overlooked, shy, sawdust-made,
snubbed by the grand and mechanical,
a world of prideful toys,
and absent understanding.
Timothy, the wooden lion,
boasts of his noble ties,
the painted boat speaks
......
a defensible ism;
that exists not in isolation; ...
but
as a node capable of catalytic catalan to sicilian connections.
self-approval is the process ...
of distinguishing without severing,
managing without micromanaging,
cleaning not by deletion; ...
but by revelation; ...
until all maintenance is laid bare,
......
a defensible ism;
that exists not in isolation; ...
but
as a node capable of catalytic catalan to sicilian connections.
self-approval is the process ...
of distinguishing without severing,
managing without micromanaging,
cleaning not by deletion; ...
but by revelation; ...
until all maintenance is laid bare,
......
CLOUD DWELLING
I choose to dwell among
sailing clouds for a while
here fleshlessness is style
silver state of bliss I soak
to return is to freshly cloak
no lungs or liver have I here
don’t sleep weep or sweep
......
A little girl in her pretty pink home,
Imperfect for foreign eyes,
For her, it's the perfect dome.
The flowers she planted to heal,
The necessary walls she built.
She knows how to close the windows now
Without any guilt.
It was grey before,
......
Velveteen Rabbit:
left forgotten on the floor,
overlooked, shy, sawdust-made,
snubbed by the grand and mechanical,
a world of prideful toys,
and absent understanding.
Timothy, the wooden lion,
boasts of his noble ties,
the painted boat speaks
......
An ultimatum stood at my door
And greeted me so fondly
To the tune of my thumping heartbeat.
"Live as I seem or die as I am"
The words had reverberated in my skull and rattled my bones-
Sick with grief and mourning
Of a life never lived,
A lick of air never tasted on a tongue of a new man-
Not man-soon-to-be, or transsexual or Pinocchio without the splintering of wood but of words,
......