The blank page wears a deceptive neutrality,
Words, configured in perplexity, sign in. unsolicited.
Absolutes metabolize in atoms informaticized.
Absolutes metabolize in atoms informaticized?
Without warning, nonsense syllables waltz the blue line.
Obsequious Demetrius
Impervious Delervious
Funny things, words!
Strung together like ornamental lights
Decorating, resonating phonemes.
We look at the world through semantical eyes
And it’s constantly changing in hue.
Incongruous mysteries are truths in disguise
With an ambience quick to subdue.
My pencil scrolls earnestly and I indulge.
Divergent decisiveness stokes paper.
Squiggly lines sent by some secluded muse
Inspire with their irrelevance,
Ambivalent intelligence.
Sometimes we cling to illusions
Eluding those worldly demands
And sometimes the struggle’s confusing
But the soul recognizes a plan.
These syllabic strands of utterance
Scribed in holographic harmony.
The interloper has strange urges.
I’m dancing with an unseen partner
Who tells me to be gentle.
Don’t worry that you’re mostly empty space.
Then,
She who has a fleeting thought of the sublime
Touches upon her own divinity.
She who concretizes that fleeting thought
Touches upon the divinity in others.
Words of wisdom waiting patiently
Or are these just fantasies?
Can a word replace a single blade of grass?
Sometimes I think just wanting to write is enough,
The aimlessness of my un-poem
Energy in flux.
It’s the nimble notions lost that keeps me focused.
It’s the words I cannot find that call my name.
Which way to go?
Into the whispers or out to the world?
Back to the dreams or into the dance?
Hearing a story I won’t understand
An ancient novel in a timeless voice
With a universal cadence
Emanating subtle fragrance.
The drama/dance duality
Augments dimensionality.
Each wounding an opportunity
To see beyond blame
Each stroke of the pen meditation.
It’s a win-win window with a charismatic view.
As I am seduced by an unseen bard
Isn’t the entire cosmos at play?
Though I've lost many poems to the postmen
Who march toward supply and demand
My favorites still drop by to tease me
Knowing things only they understand.