My insides are aware of what’s poison sweet, and tangy.
At this point in my life, I’m only gratified by the real thing,
I’m waiting with the smoke and ashes, sucking in green for company.
Listening in, tuning to the frequency of beauty,
as I am speaking to myself softly, calming the child in me the best way that I can,
but shattered glass only says so much, it speaks through jagged teeth.
And I’m walking over it mentally, emotionally, I bleed.
I pretend, imagining ease while cutting smiles into the skin I’m in.
Trials executed with expert precision for the win.
Other players discounting, based on where I’ve been.
My eyes locked in on the vision staring back at me.
Wandering the Valley facing the signs, no compromise,
knowing they’ll lead me somewhere I’ve never seen,
give me something to keep moving peacefully, anything.
Watching coyotes and dogs drooling expectantly over delusions.
Going stupid over distractions is no longer amusing to me.
I talk a big game while I take a pass, bowing away from center stage,
Not my circus, not my mess, passing under my breath.
As I move through another ego death acting like a total jackass.
Excuse me momentarily while I’m repositioning.
Lights out, the end for these twisted heartstrings
got this image on my mind of a pending tragedy,
somewhere I am maybe meant to be, witnessing?
Or is this just an echo from the pieces that I let go taunting,
fragments recently dismissed, coming back to haunt me?
Anticipating the dinner bell ringing, tolling at me.
The fat lady singing the moment I stop looking,
because that’s how I would write the scene.
It’s like I’m walking through an infinite dream,
I’m seeing endless similarities, as serendipities saturate me.
Each day I dive in, treasures hide and I seek endlessly,
finding and dancing and grinding, I’m gathering piece by peace,
following the path leading me to the highest peaks and lowest valleys,
to take a peek at the eternity flowering, unfolding, and revealing itself to me…