Sunday, April 3, 2011

Twosome Twiminded - April 2

Keep it all together, keep it all togather, for your dreams, your destiny, your dynasty, for the hopes that you’ve invested and the pride that pulls the palate…or let it all go, let it all grow, let the waves and currents keep you current to your function, what will be will be right for the physics of the situation…are convenient lies for failures, are the ties that excuse the real strength in a slowly withering back, for we are not quitters, we are not losers, we will not stand by while this world tosses us aside…but aside we will fly when aside we are assigned, for the world is so much larger than us, for the world is so much wiser than us, for the world has much more substance than us, and the world is so much fuller than us…no the world has no compassion for us, the world is so indifferent to us, yes the world does not give a shit about us, and therefore it can only be up to us to pull our weight, straighten our backs, rise to challenge…only to break our pride along with our bones, to be broken by forces that were never meant to be, to be crushed and be crumbled, to be touched and then tumbled, to be reminded that all of our successes, just like all of our failures were all determined…by our own hard work, by our own quality as human beings, as men…no no no no, by circumstance and by factors so far out of our…control? Control is the only thing we have so long as we have a…soul? a soul is the only thing we have so long as we are…whole? wholeness comes from self creation…wholeness comes from procreation…wholeness is a test of gumption…wholeness is our essential function…We are only as good as we choose…We are always as good as is real…There is nothing but what we create…What we create is nothing but a shift of light in the eyes of the world…which is all only a stage for our grand and epic tragedy…or else we stage our childish comedy on a stage surrounded by the real…the real is only in the sweat that comes from suffering…the real was there before and after we ever learned to dream…the real is a test of courage…the real is a test of compassion…an excuse for the weak…the definition of strength…is personal power…renunciation…growth for a greater purpose…relinquishing everything to be in…control…the moment…where we choose…how we relate…what we see…what we feel…for that is what…for that is what…makes us human…makes us human.

1 comment:

Mariposa's Reader said...

(to be read quickly) -
and i found myself alone at 50th and broadway -

amongst the rip, tear, bang,
snap!..illuminated,
scalding track.
right?no.
tilt spinnnnn -groping for it,
back again.

silly, sorted, faux food.
trip!
into a rampant mood.
bony metal,melding mash.
break fire!
...damned trash.

Rainbow roses, spots of light,
tinning teacups -high and white!
Little princess, limping mare.
Dregs
of dusty, matted hair.

Angel's song, in angle's rhyme.
Seamsters ripping wounded pride.
Jesters' tale, master's command -
combing
into quaking sand.

Quick and light!
Cinderella.
Cast in gold by citronella.
Soothing sunsilk, purple royal
Blossoming.
Made maude with soil.

Within in sight and without sun
Whispers, kisses!
Crux
and
young.

Yowling, mangy, grotesque night!
Racing into
awkward flight.
Fragile, fleeting, perfect
near -
float up so high
upon that spear.

When bundling arms and measured ground
grate beneath the
relived pound.

Pending seconds,
rendered ink.
Reach, beckoning
beyond the
brink...