I’ve returned the Like/Reblog buttons to posts. Some folk were able, through the Reader on WP, to Like anyway, so might as well let everyone. You’ll have to go into a Post, though, by clicking on its title from the homepage, before the Like button and # of likes shows up.
My words like fine sandpaper make the grace of your eyes a discomfiture of knowing lesser known things
Walking the fine line between cradled sensuousness and raving insanity
We tend to our flowers better than they do
But had we our wishes, they would be gone of us and no more
Than utter nuisance to the wind, how it shall seem, that nary their children will remember them
And even then, forget, to hold dear the tears in their eyes as they wept sleeping in cavernous burrows of dirt and filth
How some crave the modern way while others yearn for a mote of substance
Heightened to a fine point, the subject strays too far, and I am wondering once again: Who am I?
How came I to be here?
And when may I leave?
Please, let me know, when the ship is due East for its final voyage
So that I may board it, without belonging, without family, without friend or foe
Nameless, lost at sea, and drowning in the nothingness of the blue…
They spoke in stars and waterfalls, in declining terrain and bespoke wisdom
In other words, they spoke not at all
But simply breathed, in the same room
The cavernous hotel lobby of their heart
In the dunes of your heart I steel my nerves for the next blow
No two kisses are alike
And tender does the wind blow when we leave
Each time I remember your touch
Each time I remember your nails digging into my skin
Stop at the German burger joint and make a left down the next alley. If you’re seeing the local Dior, you know you’ve gone too far.
They blew you. they blew your mind and now they know you. oh, how they know you. they know your brothers and sisters and that time you stole candy. they know your socials, your deets, your dates and your locals. they know your heart.
don’t let it still you. you are a man. you are a woman. you are a child. you deserve this. you earned it.
never will the beat of their drums trump the march we go through every day. our lives are louder than their violence. our love is so great, so great…
make way for the future. make way for the dawn of every day you will ever see until you sleep, sleep delicately and at one with the universe. sleep, until dawn, until another trail…