?what does a Spiritual-Person look-like?
do they dare to look and look and see,
with an essential-self in-congruency,
are they sloppy-solipsists for-soaking sentimental-reality,
hail'd by Mary everywhere on their pinnacle of doubt,
cross'd in-divinity, individuated against impossible odds,
a magnificent rebellious-angel both within and with-out,
so illuMentated with a fiercely-individual light,
or are they more often under
understood and out-of-sight
do they make meanings so merCuriously aware,
do they wear super-fantastic under-wear,
naked just-there, between their inner-whirl'ds and
outer-airs, expediting creative-destruction's negative-space,
a certain semi-someone somewhere
so enthralled with all the rush
at the speed of life
rolling with their body of cycles to
cross the thresh-hold of push and shove
just to make-nice...or
are they just innocent victims like you and me,
lost between infinite-Love and "I'm not worthy?"
Categories:
solipsists, allegory, uplifting, visionary
Form: Free verse
i am a possibility
of many possibilities
i am a ratio
an indecisive factor
in the rest of what this dimension has to offer
the world is a top
i spin it and predict the probability
that the end will equal the means
or perhaps surpass it
even if i never surpass this muck-up
these broken eardrums
and the inquisition of my empty head exclaiming empty words
and i don't even exist
especially to the solipsists, nihilists
and i no longer give a sh--
i am now officially some lazy apathetic prick
oh i could have been a possibility
but that possibility was so small
that you'd need a magnifying glass
and some tweezers
i am rust, oxified and tearing up
i am crust, the sh-- in the ring on the toilet
i am lust, but never just enough
i am bust
i am a loser without a leash and/or choke chain
Categories:
solipsists, angst, art, introspection, loss,
Form: Free verse