Thankful for kindness in every handclasp,
letting me know you are happy I’m near;
Pizza in a warm preheated oven
anticipating cheese so hot you gasp;
No need for a feast as long as you’re here;
A movie and a bit of your lovin’
I’m so incoherent happy with you,
this special evening I want to savor;
As spices permeate the atmosphere
your love is a gift too good to be true
given.
EMBARRASSED
Our limit of endurance
Doesn't always show appearance
Sometimes our often ignorance
Doesn't give us reassurance
So it surely is apparent
That we may be incoherent
When we know our way is errant
And we are much too transparent
We end up in a cluster
At the smallest we can muster
Or we begin to bluster
About our losing luster
Copyright 2212, Kathryn Search
The whispers of thoughts lay temporal often lay in one’s unconsciousness something that was left unsaid. Is it that one rather not reveal one’s true ulterior motives because fear of the outcome? Or is it by choice to wield one’s genuine self expression and avoid speaking freely and be misinterpreted of one’s freedom of one’s expression? How would one absorb one’s point of view and decipher one’s true intentions and one feeling undervalued or ashamed? Still something was left unsaid.
Mysteries and fortunes continues to reveal of good or ill fortunes bestowed upon of one beings. Should it be left unsaid which directions to take the mysteries lingers on like the sands in the hour glass if something left was unsaid.
incoherent ramblings
of an emotionally scared
heart that is
hesitant to jump back
into the emotional
deep end
halting encounters
in order to protect
the heart from
further injury
is now were the
line has been drawn
within the sands of
time
Trying to understand:
in an information culture,
evocation is more important;
explicit saying counts against us.
People need to be well
into believing
being educated is more
than information:
less hypnotized
the incoherencies and
what they’re saying,
the musicality
of people’s voices
and intonations;
would get more
from them.
Effectively, psychoanalysis is
something other, not the coherences;
it listens for words
that are saying more,
It’s got something to do with being;
it’s a form of listening,
not distracted by incoherence
but evoked by it.
Incoherent Rain
October 4, 2013 at 7:54am
Ask me why there is no one left
I will tell you what
came afer the storm.
it was forever calm
because there was no-one left
Wind stopped blowing
fires stopped burning
Sunami stooped sunami-ing
Fish floating, boats capsided.
chapel for sea gulls now a
light house,burning
guiding lights snuffed
power out of control
Where is tomorrow
there will be no tomorrow
forever dusk
Who has seen the light
of day.?
Can anyone tell me what
truth smells like
What radiation taste like
Is there another
word for manhood
This breath we use to
utter is short
slow motion
slower-
cant pronounce my words
The grid is burning
puters not working
incommunicado
Theres a hole in the dyke
Make haste while the sunshines
to late to be heard cannot
see in pitch blackness
So scary when
Niagara Falls
stopped flowing
The yelling stopped
After the bombs dropped
Hiroshima toxic gas
The news
Haiti-
New Orleans
Vietnam
New york
cuba -
Who's allowed to
live until they die
these days.
When humans float like debris'
can the dignity be restored
too many of us newly old
and children of poor children.
Let’s see how long the electricity stays.
The lights have flickered
once.
But the wind still blows
and I expect twice to happen tonight.
Nature inspires verse with a touch of fright
that’s joy to compose.
Dunce.
Thrill and Risk bickered
with Sense over loyalty of my ways.
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