Doing Poet's Work

Two spirit... ensnared between timelines.  What a time for the compassionate lover hearts... sometimes I feel such envy for those who can compartmentalize, rationalize and detach from the emotional currents of being.  Unfortunately, I land more on the Feist end of the spectrum.

Bizarre, how hard some strive to obtain it all forgetting we come into this life with nothing but our memories and experiences and, if we're lucky, leave with only a few more precious connections and experiences than we began.  Just to love and live the uniqueness of consciousness through a shared language.  Perhaps I chose poorly but never did my ambitions extend beyond living a poet's life.  

Well, that's not entirely true.  I still really want to learn how to successfully fry an egg in a stainless steel pan without it sticking.  And maybe a language or two.  And visit more places. Share more beauty. Create more. And heal my raggedly sore, fiercely soft dreamer's soul.  But really that's all.  wink

 

Tomora - Come Closer 

Aurora's wail is a sleeper bullet, nestling deeply into the hidden tender tissue inside my chest.

Destroyer - Tinseltown Swimming in Blood

Shocking that I've never shared this one before... it's been a long time favorite... another lyrical autobiographical gem 

I couldn't see, I was blind 

Off in the corner doing poet's work, that's alright for now

It was just a dream

Now let me tell you about the dream

I had no feeling, I had no past 

I was the Arctic, I was the vast

Spaces without reprieve

I was the dreamer, watch me leave