Inspiration...Sadness...and whatever life takes
linei saw.
i was at the beach today:
there was a line in the sand. some boys drew it
with the broken arm of a glorious tree:
the splurging wood;
the burning leaves; but
a tree no less.
i stand in the gloaming of the tides; and on one
side of the line. you me, there here.
had, i, you, we. once had.
telepathy; but it's mostly gone now,
stolen by the line some brats drew
for us.
cuRRent...jer
annularyou are dangerous;
because i fall into nothing;
when i fall into you.
if only words were surrogate:
you are just like; you are the loop;
a fatal nosedive:
stretching distances; calling time;
never crashing ever.
you are dangerous; because- - when
i fall into you: it's endless.
cuRRent...jer
fundamentsTruth is the basest of all things living.
cuRRent...jer
giftedi say to my friends that a gift is genetic;
you are either one of three; i expound:
the weak is what isn't and won't be; you end up hurt and resentful.
the stubborn is what will be and always be; you end up egotistical and obnoxious.
the talented is what is-- can be- - (nature; nurture; whatever)
and will be. you still end up hurt, resentful, egotistical and obnoxious.
then i conclude:
so i suppose all gifts lead to rome.
cuRRent...jer