Blood Price
“It seems that when attempting to overcome great barriers and move onto better realms, the Gods of Chaos extract a blood price.
What is this twisted alchemy, and how can we better appease it?”
(Family losses and my big toe just got shredded)
Maturity
It isn’t confidence but
Learned experience
That allows wisdom
To hone more true
(Fix What You Didn’t Break – Nate Smith)
Playful Endeavors
He was feeling disconnected and unsure about everything, wondering if he had made the right decisions.
Passing by in focus to keep managing things, she diverted, caught his eyes, and lightly paw-slapped his face.
“Naughty Wolf,” she teased him.
And with a flick of her tail in his direction, set off again.
My Love,
“My heart beats for you.”
Two As One
As two become as one
Love’s blessings begin
That’s not to say
Life will be easy
In fact, sometimes
It gets even harder
To the point where the pair
Might doubt bond’s sanctity
I don’t know what to advise
Except stay on the same side
And you will come through any
Challenges with love beside you
Hummingbird Delight
“Orbis Sanctus”
(You’re On My Mind – Tom Misch)
Lacking “Norms”
There is no consistency that
I can rely on in these injuries
Zones are identified in variations
That intermittently work or worsen
Which keep putting me back into
States of great anxietal insecurity
Because I never know what I can
Count on in performance abilities
Add onto this that in trying to heal
New injuries occur in shift-adjusting
And their effect upon limbic systrm
Is like treading minefield explosions
Periods of “maybe I’m safe” occur
Then on into new crisis responses
(Bodhi Mandala – Desert Dwellers, Drumspyder Remix)
How It Feels
It’s mainly the lockdown
And warning impingings
Telling me my body
Cannot do as much
After already having
Pushed beyond limits
I’ll still get up and try by
Calculated workarounds
Dear Alex,
There are no words
For what I’m feeling
The trust needed
To rely upon you
To allow you to
Take on weight
How could I even give or
Know what to ask of you?
Provid-Ence
Being as it has all ultimately
Been up to me to guarantee
I only struggle harder now
For even smaller advances
Which honesty creates panic
When limbs need down time
New Patterns
It’s all I can do to
Step up to the old
If We Knew Cause
“Could we rebalance inharmonics?”
Indian Elder
He asked me what I thought to be cause
I presented him with nature’s inbreeding
Could he thus then have any compassion
For a race that murdered for propagation?
Transmissions
We must
While we can
So they can find us
And learn of our truth
Before all
Is lost again
(Rain – Wildlight, CloZee Remix)
Like Clockwork
Gears designed
Define purpose
By rewinding
Time ending
Linear effigy
Dismantles
Freeing Man
And Woman
(Gosh – Jamie XX)
Oh My Gosh!
“How would we even begin to
Address the myriad minutiae?!”
Must Be Said
Waiting in bed to let
Body catch up to self
(Color Of Your Soul – GRIZ)
Lag
Recovering from work efforts
Vs.
Networking for more marketing
How It Works
Brief momentum
Dissipating relies
Upon regatherimg
Strength to push
“Calendu-Sun”
Icelandic Horse Riding
Transmutation
Music slumbers within me
Awaiting union’s harmony
Crematoria
Why is it so darn hot out there?
At least this year I have the AC!
(Title Riddick movie reference)
Past Work Dream
I had a job under pressure, working my bootie off for so much less money, in a no-win, time-crunch situation.
But though I sweated and the timing was hectic, I could do it if paced myself – and I felt no pain with good muscle coordination.
It was nice in those dream moments to not be injured.
“True Blue”
When You Fall…
Dear Alex,
“Why would you be here for me while I’m dealing with my injuries?
What if I don’t recover?
Do you think I’m worthy?”
(Can’t Stop Lovin’ You – Van Halen)
“Spiral Vortex”
“Congratulations, Sleep Token!”
“From Above”
“Golden Rescue”
Happier after much water!
Merry-Go-Round
Spnning wheels
Over same tracks
Anything accomplished
Is just matter of opinion
Consumerism hunting
For this or that object
In day’s heat because
It is too hot to garden
Or to catch up on dishes
From broken dishwasher
Where ableism assumes
Shoulders have no limits
(Home – Moontricks)
Plucky Hen
As she hefted the onus of recovery
She allowed her mother’s imprint
To settle over her countenance
Warding off weak, angry men
Who would have once
Seen her as desireable
Counter-Man-Ding
Avoiding men her age helped
To subvert ingrained training
By generation undeserving
Propagating violent biases
Which counted against any
Ranking they might’ve had
(Lots Of Drops Of Brandy · The Chieftains)
Terence
“Apparently, my keyboard stand has a name!”
The Wrong Cup
Having just pulled fresh leftovers
Out of fridge, placing onto counter
I soon after reached for and drank a
Warm, bitter-sour days-old belatedly
Realizing discarded cups also there
As hastily followed consuming new
Asking stomach’s grace internally if
We could get away with imposition
Letting remains just pass through
Making nary a wake in trespassing
(Only The Lonely – The Motels)
It’s Like I Told You
“Only the lonrly can play.”
(Motels band song reference)
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