Swimming in cold rivers with friends
Taking hot showers to feel better
Exhausted staying up late with the people close to me
Uneasy about new experiences ahead of me
Balance.
I’m cold when alone
I’m hot with a fever
I’m exhausted washing down adderall with nyquil
I’m uneasy about the unknown balance of feeling alone
I usually avoid looking in the mirror,
As it reminds me of the duality that I nurture.
While my reflection constantly agonizes,
Here, I try hard to come off as gentle and composed.
I comb my hair, singing old songs, preparing to present myself to the world,
But in the reflection, I see my hair reaching down to my throat, wrapping around my neck, and then choking me,
Muting all the voices I want to make.
My eyes drip blood that flows right into my mouth, making me gallop in all my sadness,
And I selectively hide.
I am always short of words to explain my melancholy,
......
Blown about as leaves from some forgotten plant;
Lives lived between gusts.
Cast as seeds beneath shadows of finely-tended orchids
From whose chiffon petals dewdrops slip.
At times such seeds burst into stunning, sturdy green things;
Tendrils winding, tender offshoots issuing forth thorns of portent;
Where spires of amsonia, petunia, and strelitzia there burgeoned,
It yielded a final bouquet.
For Shylah G. Anderson and Fred D. Bax
......
In a small room, in the afternoon, as you close the door.
An open window, casts its bright vibrant shadows, onto the soft carpeted floor.
In the plight, of the night, As you stroll the streets of New Paltz.
A small Bombay cat, shines its blackened furry silhouette, onto the stark smothered asphalt.
You take for granted the complexity, of the objective subjectivity, You beg and plead, that you need, more due to its simplicity.
The beauty of duality, though an illusion it is truly. Open your eyes, pray the divine, take mercy on ur piety.
I am everything I say I am,
and everything I'm not.
My peaks grow high into the sky
while my valleys fill with rot.
My dark eclipses my light
as my inner world expands.
I am everything I don't want to be,
and everything I am.
Swimming in cold rivers with friends
Taking hot showers to feel better
Exhausted staying up late with the people close to me
Uneasy about new experiences ahead of me
Balance.
I’m cold when alone
I’m hot with a fever
I’m exhausted washing down adderall with nyquil
I’m uneasy about the unknown balance of feeling alone
I am everything I say I am,
and everything I'm not.
My peaks grow high into the sky
while my valleys fill with rot.
My dark eclipses my light
as my inner world expands.
I am everything I don't want to be,
and everything I am.
I usually avoid looking in the mirror,
As it reminds me of the duality that I nurture.
While my reflection constantly agonizes,
Here, I try hard to come off as gentle and composed.
I comb my hair, singing old songs, preparing to present myself to the world,
But in the reflection, I see my hair reaching down to my throat, wrapping around my neck, and then choking me,
Muting all the voices I want to make.
My eyes drip blood that flows right into my mouth, making me gallop in all my sadness,
And I selectively hide.
I am always short of words to explain my melancholy,
......
The young wife visits temples,
To pray for her husband's well being.
He attends a massage parlour.
In a small room, in the afternoon, as you close the door.
An open window, casts its bright vibrant shadows, onto the soft carpeted floor.
In the plight, of the night, As you stroll the streets of New Paltz.
A small Bombay cat, shines its blackened furry silhouette, onto the stark smothered asphalt.
You take for granted the complexity, of the objective subjectivity, You beg and plead, that you need, more due to its simplicity.
The beauty of duality, though an illusion it is truly. Open your eyes, pray the divine, take mercy on ur piety.