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The Deeper Still

still, but more still.

deeper than the stillness that you’ve heard about in turns around the circle.

there is darkness. there is solitude.

what moves there is what is necessary. unnecessaries are surface dwellers.

the still you’ve known is not the deeper still.

the still you know is seen, but depth does not give its position away so easily.

every word matters. intentional is survival in the deeper still.

there are things you’ve never seen, in the deeper still.

there is light birthed from the depth of darkness, delved into from the deeper still.

there is clarity, though fleeting, in the deeper still.

and you must make sure to carve it in your spirit.

lest it remain, some beast untamed, in the deeper still.

iambic pentameter is the deeper still.

wolfgang tapped the darkness of the deeper still.

surface life submits to the deeper still.

and when you think you’ve learnt it all,

when you’ve slaved yourself to its call,

when the waking world you must recall,

the ever-deepening is deeper still...

Momma's "Extra"

Your momma called it your "extra",
that reservoir you tap,
dance a little above, beyond
status quo. You wrap
your little head around
what others wrap around,
and others. Never mind.

You gotta focus light.
You gotta streamline fluttered flight
or fight to keep the gift lit.
It's not yours dear,
clear as synapse fire -
so streamline fluttered flight,
Momma's "extra", our delight.

J.D.'s Apple

So I said,
     "Is that apple tasty?
     Does it seem to satisfy?
     Does it require anything beside itself
     to keep your mouth from staying dry?"

And he said,
    "No.
     On its own,
     it's beautiful to hold,
     and when my tongue needs something sweet,
     it's savory indeed!"

And I said,
     "So it's beautiful, delectable,
     and good for all to see,
     so what's the point of bringing up
     an apple between you and me?"

And he said,
     "I don't know."

And I said,
     "Oh I think you do - the meaning's true.
     The apple, friend, is me and you,
     and all the doubt they put us through
     doesn't change what we are or what we do.
     See if there's no god, or if there is,
     an apple's taste remains my bliss.
     And so it is with all you see -
     every person, everything.
     Worth, and meaning all the time:
     theirs, and yours, and ours, and mine."

Mamah (Light, Elusive)

We're the couple in the book,

a lucky twenty years

before the air

from their secret meetings took

them down.

And around.

All the town confused on how

love in marriage ain't always found,

and now...

...but true love

for two doves

smiling, flying above

empty masses,

crass, aghast

and tactless,

well they linger

on the finger

of a saint.

A veiled protection

for the ones whose

love is faint.

Forbidden love is just because their dogma lights my now-electrified insides.

And if there’s shame, I am to blame, but so is lifelong, lifeless, so-called successful, marriages, partnerships, and other such cesspooling madnesses we confuse for love.

I’ll be the bad guy any day for what it real.

And my wounds, and those I’ve troubled will, in time heal.

If they don’t - if they just sulk - then at least I’m not the one overcome by the dark.

Pupils wide, are meant to find light, elusive.

Weighted Train

It's not vain to ride
a prior train of thought
for inspiration.

What a pity,
dismissing musings
to somebody's rubric!

For which weighs more:
a rubric's score,
or the weight of the
soul standing on it?

Not to weigh you down, son,
but these musings are heavy.
Some say they're second to none,
some say they're steady.



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Aubra

Girls without a father, like ‘Aubra’, if they overcome,

avoiding the monstrosities Disney’s work has overdone,

then they might be ahead of the game.

The rest of the ‘blessed’ girls - just lookin’ for fresh pearls -

they all look the same

to me.

You see, I glean 

from every woman that I’ve seen,

from those with hearts shattered, and hidden, among the crack fiends

to the put-together, laced up, the ‘you ain’t worth me’’s

and neither category has ever been enough for me. I mean,

that’s the problem, isn’t it? There’s so much data to take in,

before you make a big decision, like is she worth it?

Well, it takes time to travel, live, and experience all the dead ends,

like making all the mistakes, to balance out the few wins.

But then there’s Aubra, made of flesh and water,

she oughtta be the queen of the game, but she’s against the mass slaughter

of all of these souls, boys and girls. Like her life has taught her:

“You’ll never know what true love is, unless you learn to falter.”