epistle negligence

Today, i am an ultimate soldier of surgical precision
virtue in fortitude
Today, i am my past impressions apon me
that have all added up
Today, I am a figment of an inanamate creatures imagination
and i too imagine

The earth' veins power without corruption or neglection of conflict
warmth of inner energy spoils me in the frozen night
complicity we hold productive drives our complacence
drives us closer to the edge

my will has come back around full circle of its shadow
if its free its now bound in my arms
touched by my heart through the finger of intuition
until one day when beauty shall be forgotten
ill start again fully honest and open

in stillness without reason

how do we ask ourselves after a mellenia
shrouded in the dark of our ignorance
where is it we construed in the obtruction
we've constructed out of common sence
what is a piece of mind without an opinion

finally it speaks again

anachronistic ways and meanings
un-earthed in gnostic symmetry
brought down to evolve from all of you and i
from a finger to a flower
point or a circle
ebb and rise
substance of every miracle
where does it say that it is for you to decide
unless it is brought down to evolve from you and i

the intovert

weeping willows wisp the rhythm of a thrush hermits song
the creek rants with a thousand voices all saying the same thing
in a different way in
insects dance in a trance that could only be a ritual
i suppose as a skeptic in speculation
that when they die its not traumatic
though i shall not smite
but ponder if something feels about me the way i do
and if i bear witness to my reflection surrounding me
is that re-assurring to ease the pain
when vegetables die they re-sead and spread nutrients
they have no faith, no expectations
but the intelligence to live in their environment
as thought, creates perception, driven by purpose
in and away from ignorance