My words are my weakness,
They shout unfiltered,
Taste bitter,
cold like winter.
My words are my strength,
They whisper courage,
To encourage,
And fight discourage.
My words are my legend,
By time goldened,
Honed, silkened,
To my distinction.
In office
Elected or otherwise
A civilian relinquishing of identity
This avows testimony under oath taken
And given
Before congress
Before Senate, may interupt
Thus preserving liberty
In the chain of command.
In this arch
Alcove
Viewing public time
Is observed
Per the general Assembly instructions of france
All land masses on earth
Follow this assembly
IDENTIFICATION
mishaps
moving
frantically
in
enchanting
shadows
becoming
shapes
contemplations
perceived
in
complex
serendipity
graffiti
with
innocent
creativity
channelled
with
intention
&coherence
in
manipulated
movements
Jazz piano scale skip quick notes implore me
Siphon symphony verve blurred by saxophone sass
Floated lilly pad leap frog spring legged surety
Splats on brass buttoned soldiers dedicated amass
Bulbous glass swirl burgundy grape stem bitter
Absorbs oak barrel sentiment, forested persuasion
Ace praise expires, a swiftly swallowed splinter
Comical dive antics of cork fragmenting abrasion
Dissolving Elizabeth, shabbily written character
Simmered limply submissive, a nouveau improvisation
Vat of pursuit poured by Stu picks a passenger
Chords hover mahogany piano cascade syncopation
Composition three minute summit misconstrue
Violins textured crescendo vibrates bow tight strings
Apron strewn, Libby leaves her rolling pin askew
Butter heart hails harmony a true companion brings
22nd January
Stu calls me Jasmine
We rise from a stillness, our wind becoming all,
before we touch in quietness our fall.
moving youth against age,
claiming the god of difference as our sage.
Forsaking ownership as prayer of a kind,
we run from our mortality, a fateful step behind.
We move away or toward our stillness carrying thoughts
that ought to walk among the pillars;
spilling motions of eternal springs
before our summer breeze begins.
We send our songs untethered into life,
released like knives to split the air,
thunder to collapse our rivers course,
lift a curl, or by a softer force polish unmade pearls;
all motions made to leave designers touch,
but in the end our dying wind will only stillness clutch.
Pardon me
but aren't you --
Oh, no. You're not
How foolish of me
Please excuse
But, say
Wait a second
Weren't you --
No, I guess not
Sorry, my bad
Ha! I've got it
We met at --
Oh, no we didn't
It was someone else
Mea culpa
What's that?
You're my landlord?
The rent's past due?
Impossible, sir
You must be having a bad day
~ I guess I'll be going my way
What we are playing is the identification game.
Sometimes I’m a tree whose branches are dancing in the wind
Other times I wake up and I’m a bird singing;
dancing to my own tune
When I feel special I like to be the sun,
unwavering and radiant, dancing together with the planets
And when I’m home I like to be love;
dancing with you while it’s raining outside.
What we are playing is the identification game.
When you feel sad just leave rest
Walk with silently with full of rest
Don't try to find what is the best
Just find what you are and why you are best
Close your eyes andand just follow your heart
You have eyes to see what are right
You have legs which work correct
You have mind that direct you nice sight
You have mission to know the success and lesson
Now you get the answer
Smile and tell others who are you and why are you
Your words might be less but your action pure and perfect
So follow your heart and make your thought bright
You have the sense and now you are right ....
In relation to who we are,
Defined by how we have been seen,
Each time we decide what we mean,
Noting life from behind a jar.
The state of being near or far,
Identified senses so keen,
Fixated on life, as you ween,
In hopes of creating your star.
Created values are held dear,
Accepted as your very own.
These values often leave your peer
Interested in what was shown.
Own your values, and keep them near,
Never giving them out on loan.
As thoughts pass
Through the filter of mind
Some we catch, some dismissed
Some are reinforced
But none are ours
Identification is the only sin
There is no ultimate tally sheet
But clinging will bring misery
This pushed away
That I like
This will do, but that Id rather not see
Identification is misery
Nothing can be held
By a fluid self
Shapeshifting
Is how we came to survive
Hold on to nothing
And tomorrow you'll be alive
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