Short Knotting Poems
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You make simple things
become crudely entangled;
Knotting up a string;
Strangled thoughts and emotions
constricted to bated breath.
Beyond permission
and the endowment tree
The wind blows constant,
it calls to me
Freedom is born
past entitlements whim
The ends of infinity
—knotting within
(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)
f ervid
l ayered ~
a rrive unbidden ~
s napshots of joy
h earten same ~
b ully reviews
a dmonish ...
c austically
k notting
s erenity
Blessings
For your pendant fingers
Coconut skin
Heart chakra third eye visions
Knotting off Void
While we shared a harbor
Now
Unmoored in Loss
Waves greet the sky
My blessings sink to cyphers
Of a language buried
In the din of
Ocean
Scantily skipping imp,
Feet floating
Like an electrified shrimp,
Shoe sole flapping
Like an unpaid pimp,
Flamp-p-p
Listing limping imp,
Toes knotting
Like a ballerina chimp,
Shoe tongue flopping
Like a deflated blimp,
Flimp-p-p
Things that make us suffer more
Are the things we love so
We never grasp them totally
We never own them
They are like sunlight
We take them for granted
In the ordinary knotting of life
They tie the big knots
Always with pain
Because the things that make us suffer more
Are those we can't live without.
Form:
Ambient noise, the silent song of day,
TV static, and this high pitched ring.
Creating a vision through bloodshot eyes,
A vacant gaze meeting solemn void's stare.
Dreaming those vivid details as they play,
Savoring each moment and bitter sting.
Knotting and untangling all the ties,
From disposable camera that we share.
Tangled vines, poisonous air,
Knotting my hair, choking my lungs.
Cold iron bars, keeping me here,
Why do I continue to hold my tongue?
Unspoken words, unbearable want,
Longing for you, not telling you.
Vines made of pain and fear,
Don't let me tell you what's true.
Untold emotions, unwritten songs,
Sing of a love hidden in the dark.
Un-ending pain, eternal rain,
Lost in a place so empty and stark.
Weep no more sad candle
for the world has not ended.
Star still blaze
in the streets
above our heads
and river
rush in meandering
languages to the sea.
Even comets still remain
to billiard the heavens
arcs.
Cry no more
your liquid tears
knotting on the indifference
of small table.
No worries my little candle
for you bless me in the purity
of your ebbing flow
of flickering the scripture
on the hymns
of my life's impossible corners...
You're toxic you
Burn like acid rain
You're toxic radiating
So much pain
Would it be wrong
do you think?
To put some arsenic
In your drink
To go and get
Some rope if ya will
And practice my
My knotting skills
To go out and buy
A shiney forty-five
Be in your face
And put if between your eyes
Your toxic you
Burn like acid rain
Your toxic radiating
So much pain
Your toxic you
Burn like acid rain
Your so f--king toxic
You make me insane