My body, my actions, my physical work are what I see. My spirit, my emotions, my environment are what I feel. I have a split personality. Sometimes my mind is unable to control the beast within. My subtle self is grand and momentuous. My outer self is quick and young. We are both blind in one eye, But we're also stuck together. I am an iceberg, In perfect balance with my surroundings, About to collapse. image: "Iceberg" by NOAA's National Ocean Service #poems
The weed trusting it will find more water before it tumbles Knowing that the air is alive Choosing what to do Walking through walls, literally Saying "No" to things you don't want to do The tough skin on the fingers of a guitar player Inspiring your food to become something greater Playing an instrument to hear what it sounds like Why the chicken crossed the freeway... at night Like water held up in a dam... mentally A non-human monument in another planet Daydreaming image: "
Here's a poem I wrote last night. It's titled 4 Walls: My name is Metatron And I live in a room with 4 walls. This was not always so. Though my room is dark, There is a spark within me, That keeps me marching on. My name is Metatron. The light is near. I can already feel the weightlessness in my limbs. Thank you father sky, Thank you mother earth, Thank you my love, For your patience... Our name is Metatron, And we love again. image: google search results #poems
look into her eyes and you might notice the glimmer of your perfect self you may find peace in its white purity and you may find revelation in its complex radial landscape however, if she's the one, you will be drawn against your will to the central abyss at first, the sight of such watery perfection will draw your intolerable fear fear from realizing the imperfections of yourself and you will inevitably remain curious of your experience however, if you seek, you will find a