I Was Hoping She’d Let Me In

I was hoping she’d let me in, for more than a cup of tea

How do you ensure a hand won’t shake when it comes time to do what is necessary? You give it something to hold in the meantime – I want my hands on your face, on your neck, around your waist.

Talk is overrated, let’s just vibe
And love is overrated in my mind
Girl, talk is over, let’s just vibe
Just for tonight.

How long do you think it has been? No contractions here. When it feels like epochs, but the reality says a billing cycle or two; what is it you still need?

I can teach you a process, but I can’t teach you how to live. You have to do the learning to get anything out of it.

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All is Well in Deserts

Some sheep just give more than other sheep.
What inspiration, what spirals, what a crown for life!
Shout loud that geometry really is a sacred blessing
born from nothing, something springs forward–
without; visible instruction, it churns within this universe,
and it is not begging – Life does not beg – It propels.
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Imagine if this wasn’t taken with a potato; NG national geographic.

On Kings and Other Unfortunate Things

Who truly idolizes the king? Himself of course. But who is it that falls to a knee, head bowed in reverence? The one who aspires to take such a flush seat. The one who sees himself as deserving of all believed to be a kings right. The power to denounce all that does not serve his reign. The power to obtain whatever his fleshy eyes desire. This is who lays his lips close to the ground without the least bit of hesitation.

We will ultimately never know, because reason always seems to fall short in many who say they put it first.

 

Why Don’t You Ask Her

And I’m going to be truth telling here; I spent some time doing things that if I had told the complete truth someone would have lost faith in humanity, but you know I couldn’t let them do that – I’m humanity – A look in my eyes will tell you: As I point to your mind, your soul, your heart, that I can’t let us down that road again. We have places to go and it’s a good ways away, but we can’t speed up our progression without missing the vital keys – Now I’m getting kinetic with it, touching senses you didn’t expect of this writ, this is more than some zeros in a bank and you can’t deny the statement –  I can’t lie when I tell you the truth, if you want to hear it this is what he said, “Why don’t you ask her.”

I bet the sex is good. She laughed. You know what you feel and I don’t have to say anything more. I can read your eyes like they were the neon lights on them Vegas signs – You void like a stolen credit card, and that ain’t what is meant to be found in the fountain; There should be an endless spout of joy pouring out them, but only you can remove the block and let it flow green into the valley – I been talking about this way too much and still the way you drinking it hasn’t been enough.

Even though I got nothing I’ve got it all, it’s on ten, and everything you reach for you consume, and soon you’re empty again for sure, but you know that’s on you. So what you going to do? Ain’t no tellin’ how the boy is going to change – We can only hope that he does, but that isn’t for you to stick around and wait on cause you got things that need attending to, so why don’t you go on and build a new life for you

Going up, putting everything on the line, because I’m done walking it, it’s about me this time – I’m selfish and deciding it’s fine

Quotes for Quenching – 9

“The gods did not reveal, from the beginning, all things to us, but in the course of time through seeking we may learn and know things better. But as for certain truth, no man has known it, nor shall he know it, neither of the gods nor yet of all things of which I speak. For even if by chance he was to utter the final truth, he would himself not know it: For all is but a woven web of guesses.”

– Xenophanes of Colophon, 500BCE

You ever try to piece it all together clear as crystal? Look at you Sherlock, sure you still do. It’s inherent of existence that we viscerally will to describe the way the current of the river took us. In doing this though we describe exactly that! We tell of how it took us, in our own mind; How it tugged on our senses, and perhaps how we pushed back a little bit just to know how friction would feel against resistance – The river would be of no interest if it didn’t give us something to move against.

I’ll follow my cords, and you follow yours. Whenever they cross we can try to explain to one another the mysteries of what we saw. It will never be true North; No matter how scrutinizing we are, we’ll either leave something out or put too much in. And although we may have been born with it at the source, everything is the initial moment – Something we don’t come to make complete sense of for ourselves until we take a far look back – Even then, complete sense to ourselves is merely an illusion

You think you know why the river moves as it does?