The chimes
gently clang, clang, clang,
inside my mind
Feeling fine with the sublime
To be everywhere, and nowhere,
simul-time
My voice calls out, but falls short—
drowned by the hustle, the bustle,
of city lines
Where mimes reflect rhymes of our crimes
Ask them, they will tell you,
if you have the time
Fleeting focus,
lost the locus,
take a breath—smell the crocus
The flowers know us; nature too
Ask them, they will tell you,
if you have the time
Tag: art
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Chimes
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Incognito
Feeling… incognito,
(more…)
clandestino,
superficial frienderino
On the surface,
they can’t hurt us
Get to know a figurino
I’ll be distant,
from the instant
I keep myself escondido
Open up,
why test our luck
Leaving us despondentino
Make a scene-o,
yell and screamo
Consequences unforseeno
Been here before,
should know bettour
Comunidad… no necesito
Shut it down,
move to a new town,
And start the cycle overino
What you might adore,
myself, I foreswore
I reject you, for fear you’ll do mio -
Penumbra
To lie in the shade
(more…)
To be on the ground
To fly in the sky
To float through the clouds
To swim in the tide
To run with the breeze
To taste the fresh air
To crawl on your knees
To hear what’s not there
To see the unseen
To reclaim the truth,
from false fantasy
Ether is waiting,
the space in between
the light and the dark,
for you and for me
The Ragged Journal 