in the scheme of things
I will shiver under AC
while sweating late at night
Dreams are nice
when you never chase things
that turn around
and chase you
I’m too tired
to stretch my letters into
CAPITALS
It came from where its going' thats all i can explain, just as water vapour, un-pours up to the sky again.'no pause to
Understand creation ever will suffice.' To
Know and grow, is pertinent all human movements condensed in a trice.' You buy
Whats not yours, we speak of us.' We gather disperse, as a cosmic dust, we'll only take a minute, that our hands can't hold, we progress then regress as we wear into old, much we desire, much we loose
Much we'll never have, we can judge and choose, we unlike water will run up a hill'
We are the constant, contradictive we
leave behind wills.' That notify officialdom, about some material weatlth
So they can siphon of assets,
from perhaps? Some carefully stacked shelf.' Yet all is dissolving, all is meant to pass
Many argue on some details, while the devil rarely laughs' all his concern is on
Stealing, your soul once you have
passed.' And you have
played to each; and every goal.'
little hairs on her knees,
always hard to shave, I suppose
the mascara smear
below her right eye
after she laughs
at a bad joke in the breakroom,
the fork she ate the pasta salad with,
now in the sink,
the splattered freckles
on deep-bronzed shoulders
I ignore these specifics
I maintain focus
on more important things
I make my deadlines,
I watch the news,
my kitchen is always clean,
I wear sunscreen,
I trim my beard accordingly,
I am always emotionally prepared
to evade sentimentality
wherever possible
Dorinda is always late,
her bun slightly left-of-center,
she should wear more green
and maroon to compliment
her hazel eyes, but she doesn't
I find satisfaction in work,
the constant rush,
standing just close enough to her
in the elevator every day,
up and down for five minutes
is enough
Dorinda always smells
like tangerines and vanilla
the quiet of shared space,
that is enough for intimacy
in our elevator
before the moaning of traffic,
before the smell of leftover curry
waiting for me at home,
clean silverware,
a well-kept bed
INSIGNIFICANT DETAILS-:-
indistinct
facial
outlined
inner
reality
with TRUE CHARACTERISTICS
escaping
imitation
expressing
constant
creativity
in FLEETING LINES
determining
overall
momentary
atmospheric
sensations
Stare from stop point,
for a stand point
Worthy the pillar devoid?
lost in lasting why?
Details of tale, entail,
characters who maintain,
So is author's explanation
authority often torture,
Frequent and recent capture,
claim is, best option,
See habitually, their dislike
come, see.
Barely forced,
in doubt, ain't indebt
Consider profit,
a source of balance
And much ahead,
ever come to conclude
Hesitation,
of immersion in self?
So within intention,
a pace form face
Lucky born form,
pursue no shadow
Left in reverse, realize
in rage, or revise level
Far be, reunion with hate
funny to guess try?
Repeating with courage,
speculations root
A fair teary concern,
from doubt
Come,
See...
It hits me fast,
but fades so slow
It stings and pulls and lasts,
not that you'll ever know
Did you hear my tears?
Can't you tell I'm fading?
Quick turn the gears,
soon we won't be waiting
I'll say goodbye while you hold tight
You took too long to notice
I've given up on the fight,
I've forgotten what hope is
"I miss you, come home soon"
But you speak into an empty room
"too little, too late" I whisper
I wanted your attention, just a sliver
No more tears to cry, no more slack to give
I promise myself I'll be different for as long as I live.
I am grateful for understanding
wherever I’ve set sail….
the beauty of my life…
has always been
in the small details.
I love a blank canvas
how it focuses the eyes.
It’s black and white without
the usual vestige of messy
attention-grabbing details.
We’ll color those in later,
spending our creative time
whitewashing it with the precision
of our own nervous perfectionism.
We’ll strip away minimalism for cultural
resonance and focus the razor attention
of ‘couture’ obsession and wider comment.
.
.
Songs for this:
Just Exist by Eliza & The Delusionals
Groceries by Mallrat
It is in the details.
Between the things that seemed to matter but never really did,
and the things that you overlooked,
that crawled quietly into your head and found a home in you.
It is in the details.
The shadows cast on the ruins of love as the sun goes down.
It is the way that her eyes seemed to change colour
when she needed you the most,
the way you stacked the spare change from your pocket,
one coin carefully on top of another,
on your bedside table at the end of the day.
Yes, the devil is in the details.
Don’t forget who it is that you love when everything has been stripped bare....
From: Now That She's Alone
Story of a Man's Wanting
( the mention to play glissando
and to sing aria)
Do you know what to say
does it make you
wanna just walk away
seems it's clear to me
something more
obviously
maybe it's all in the song
those glaring melodies
something for ee
I swear it alluded me
Villainized by it's potential
scammed to be exploited
all in the attempt of bragging
such is easy for some
to ignore and
I sort feel
they wrote it like a song
maybe it's in the song
It's gotta be in the song
Stand dominates
it's all so complicated
sit down to see
the bright blue sky
the puffy pretty clouds
watch as they go by
when I stop my ponder
get my mind right
and understand
looking to my woman
reaching out to hold her hand
Keeping my lady Happy
Ya'll know I don't wanna be wrong
stop to read the lyric
Maybe it's in the song
Maybe it's in the song
Originally written in Italian
interputed into English)
He ate a Yankee Pastromi sandwich with
Russain dressing running down his cheeks.
Most often she was sisu, and otimistic.
He didn't want to understand her confusion
it caused him to lack confidence
Fickle minded and full of
optimism he wanted her to get to the part
of her decision making process where
she would be full of regret and sorry for
not making the deal. Being fair he saw her frustration
and knew what she meant by not believing
something would coor could come along
and unravel the affordability of the
Magincent object.
Then elucidation made clear what was to be done
clear minded and full of confidence she made
the decision to acquire.
Cacophonous sounds are often the fusses
of complication:where all functioning factors
aren't assigned their roles.
She was amazingly impressed. They sought equipment
to go into full production.
Knowing no demographic could measure their
doings , and only the first sales to the time of measurement
could predict the pace and scope that details
their companies exsistance.
arousing the gist
necessary circumstance
horniness implied
Want the chance to at least try.
for my words to be right.
And not a blight.
So many thoughts
on the doings of the world today.
Not understanding anything they say.
As the world continues to fall apart,
So hurts my heart.
People living in fear
Their enemy lurks near.
Who is wrong who is right ,
That don't matter ,just the fight.
Just to those that lead
To the victims they pay little heed
Their just another news feed .
Details at five
Pity the souls no longer alive
More brothers and sisters lost
Humanity pays the cost
Life so casually tossed aside.
And I must confide.
I want no one to die.
No family to have to cry.
Why?
No one wins
Who pays for these sins.
Humanity with all its pride.
Caught in midstride..
The future becomes unknown. ... the past has shown,
No one can win all really loose.
But war is still what they choose.
Explain this to me,
Help me to see.
Has hate became so free.
With all this strife.
The cost of human life.
What lesson have we learned.
What has been earned.
this is not right,
But still, we fight.
When it comes to poetry and fiction,
The last thing a writer should want to be is a liar.
Ironically, in his quest for the truth, a writer must frequently lie.
Absolute accuracy is not the point in a poetic or fictional landscape.
The most important element is that the writer, himself,
Like the most convincing actor, believes the lie he is telling.
Writing, like life, is in the details.
What really happened is irrelevant.
The truth, as it were, if it were,
Can always be found in the perspective of an observant reader.
…Fidgeting fingers
Sliding into crevices
Redefining new dimensions
As Suspense drifts into evidence
Ye season is upon us
Uncover what’s been absent
Lacking substance
Corroded with trauma of past tense
Acknowledge the struggle
Or succumb to a future tragic
Laughing
I’m an abundance
My thunder
Lives through my laugh
My cries are what makes me humble
I may stumble along my path
But the end is not the journey
The journey it never ends
I cringe
I live
I’m yearning
You heard me
Without ears
I’m here
But always searching
For a heart I can live within
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