October 22nd, 2010



this is the falling out, the swifter winds disclaiming me, where ive be laid forgotten, in stern elements bared.

if you have discovered me in the autumn breeze, know that you've discovered me.
if you have found me lying bare, know that you've found me.

the subtle truth to truth is this,
that you might believe what you see,
knowledge pressed tight upon you,
nestled with you, unfurled slow.

all i've seen leads me to believe
that all i've seen isn't all there is to see.
life gives you pause to master it,
and you in gracious swiftness master it.

for all you're free you've to me deigned
a lead to handle,
knotted round your neck and round your wrists.

i will not promice you my love,
it's in the giving free,
where autumn finds you lost,
your tether, me.

i would scale softly walls at night
daybreak the scorch of mercy lit,
the falling out of sunlight.

The Worth Of Knowledge Having

One of the few things in which I take my desparity
I see life and it pleases me to live it,
but it pains me in the living, at times.
Betimes I lend myself ashamed,
and that's the truth that is in knowledge,
in the half-knowledges of perception.
How can I maintain both worth and semblance,
where I find myself abandoned and redeemed?
I've found redemption in awareness,
while in awareness I cannot be redeemed.
From here I can see;
What I see I cannot grasp,
and so my indulgences end in nothing gained
and nothing left unknown.

(no subject)

What can I say of Autumn, passing so quickly I could weep for it missed?
I've kept myself at bay in a flurry of Grandiose activity.
It is passing strange, a fullness found alongside an emptiness.

I'll try to wring out a more descriptive post in a bit.