An Advent of Sense

Triangle chickens can't see the pecking order their eyes are so small Purple means newness then flowers start their reaching playing with sunlight I wither with sighs my throat burns for sweet moisture there's work to be done Why still bow our heads if wind pushes us forward all truth is manmade So no soul above? how no twist in the system? still feels like questions Chickens have gone now wind is blowing them pen-ward I'm here with the dog Present is trying more important than dying but damn its hard I am weak with sick this is no time for fatigue I must honor it Where is harmony self-control and free I'm angsty again

It heals my heart to say hello The greetings clean out my wounds I am mending As you allow me to give you my love I was told it would take a tenderness Of such strength and vitality And persistence To bring me back to belief O, relief! To feel again Not as I was But a melancholic, grateful iteration I appreciate who you are You have shared your pain Our collective ghosts Tether me to you And I see your blue storm soul

We had sunny days in spring running down cobblestone streets looking at old houses sandwiched together like we were playing sardines we used to embrace by the ruins several months after I flew in  there was  there was you How did that turn into starless nights that I spend inside  eating dinner in front of the TV Checking email to remind me  that I’m not really alone nobody to embrace, it’s all ruined been several months since I flew in where are where are you when we live in ancient places we become ancient ourselves so much wiser, livelier, souls lifted higher but sometimes you have to reach rock bottom to find solid ground when I think about you I live in the earth

To whom it probably doesn't concern, I wanted to address this most recent news because it seems to me like you're kind of confused. As a preface, the topic is not  about you it's signed 'yours truly,' concerns what I need to do. When I decide to move on from this relationship b/c it is no longer feeding who I am and/or I have forgotten how to feed myself, You, like so many other men before you, have the gall to tell me that surely I must have committed some unspoken infidelitous act to be convinced that I have room to grow. Yes, it seems you think that my body, like clay molded by unscrupulous potters has been pulled in another direction, kneading me until I need them. Yes, please, be my guest blame my libido when I tell you I need to know that I can stand by myself. Like the only drive in my life that could influence me to leave you is a sexual one. No, my friend, I didn't need to dip my toe into the sea of empty relations to...

nights that fizz and bubble up rising until they burst only the dregs are left were the laughs worth it? wine-soaked thoughts slide lazily around my brain if you can't remember did it even happen? perpetually exhausted exhaust fumes out my pores drown your boredom your champagne problems are you quite finished? the next round's on me.

They found us.        gnawed at us til we were bones.        a feast for foxes. The stones above us        are weathered to stumps        cobblestones of the new way. The roots have long since found us        we dance with them        in deep slumber. The earth spins on.        rivers of blood coursing        through its veins.

All at once, everything shifts. Be it the wind accompanied by hushed tones, leaves of grass? In a book written by the hand of time, master poet of the senses. Words from sound, phrases from taste; a cacophony of feeling. And I, reed shoot from the earth. Moved gently by breezes Breathe still in myself

This undulating stretch of land, round and rolling rivulets, This green, that green; dark and brooding, lightly laughing Another year spent rearing the darling buds and leaves The trees sacrifice their young To make autumn's hard-won bed