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Question 4

Won’t you join me in believing anything is possible?

07.06.20

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Question 3

Where do you feel the music?

07.03.20

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Poetry

objectification

(alternative title: Self-Assessment)

I think my leg would make a nice lamp
soft, supple, curved, and round

a good squeeeeeeze

if you look me up from down
   squish in the right place –
        and in the wrong
in front, a bright and lumpy face
   from behind, like every other PAWG
near-perfect ass – not too phat in size
   nicely shaped when I fold in half
        showing off some thick-ass thighs
   and big-ass ribs
an hour glass shape
   with small-ass tits
        deceiving, yes
        disappointing, almost entirely
   but most aren’t interested
in being surprised or disappointed
and so I’m left here unanointed
unbaptized but virginal – ah! a wish!
almost believable, but deceitful kiss
      when every swing returns a miss
except for the three, a perfect strike-out
who pitched to me? and filled me with doubt?

I think my arm would make a nice branch
muscular, freckled, smooth, and strong

nice to tooooooouch

to whom does it belong?
   what soul could search and find
        a truly existent body
   independent of a truly existent mind?

no one!

could it be a limb to build a nest?
could it be a place of eternal rest?
could these arms wrap you up
and hold you firm?
or tickle-torture until you squirm?

and would you understand
such impermanent nature?
or is your reliance political,
predisposed to legislature?

squeeeeeeze instead

evaluate

and don’t forget
your mind creates

and ever empties your plate
but also fills you up

objectify this human creation
   dismantle parts with imagination
      for the whole is empty but of name
   and our mind is non-separate
we’re almost the same

let last words be of virtue, love
      a wish for other’s happiness
and though I fit you like a glove
we play this silly game of chess
              you read these words,
            you leave them here,
            we’re left confused
           filled up with fear

       and then I pray and dance about
and use this body, to move, to shout
        and once again I live so free
   to end all fears and misery
all I’ve got’s one disbelief
        – how could it be only me?

Dreams Poetry questions

How can I know?

I considered using a plant metaphor
but I kill most plants

I don’t know anything about
growing leafy things
only recent experience in
how to keep something alive

but I imagine a tiny sprout
protruding from the ground

I clearly see this sprout
I look around

– no one else notices –

I wonder what kind of plant it’s going to be
this little shoot

I start to wish it will become
a wish-fulfilling tree

I know such trees exist, have existed
in this world, in other worlds

and though rare, difficult to find,
I know such saplings exist!

I cannot ask for anyone’s help,
because even if this plantlet
is to become this rare tree,
no one will identify it correctly —
it would be discarded! —
           and I just have this really strong
                                   feeling in my gut
that I have come across the growing sprout
                          of a wish-fulfilling tree!

I’m keen to protect it, and help it grow
but I’m really really good
at killing all things green –

they don’t need help, it’s cyclical –

and I really feel like I can’t talk
about this rare treasure
with anyone I’ve met,
because, let’s be real,
people are, like, really good
at murdering dreams

so I just wish to myself,
(pray)

         please, please may I have found
         a wish-fulfilling tree
         please, please, help me nurture it
         and please help me not kill it
         I know I’m so so so good at killing
         familiar with the action, as I’ve been
         please, don’t let me become
         attached to the idea of the tree
         that somehow wish-fulfilment will grant me
         happiness – I know it won’t!
         I know it is my virtue – but still!
         Think of all the good I could do,
         granting all those wishes,
         with wisdom of course

I would never abuse my power
I act with self-lessness

and still, I confess
I do not have even the wisdom to know

what kind of sprout I have found
or if I have found
anything at all

for I’m the only one who sees
this plant, so small

perhaps it is just a shadow
of desire that grows in the dirt

How can I know?

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Firescape Fridays Poetry questions

For Later | FF 20

I have placed upon the shelf
the feeling

for later

it’s insecure
incorrectly placed
never found the stud

I don’t know why such a weightless gift
should appear so heavy

it will likely fall
           not the for the first time glass
         has shattered
                     infinite and
                        finite sharp crystal gems

allowed to cut again
weapons cast upon the floor

because I was afraid,
I guess

why else

was such a lovely
feeling
shelfed?