This, my intimacy

This, my intimacy
Void of imitation
Living on drawn lines leads
To Life limitation

All basic elements
Create complexities
Dissect and introspect
These, my intricacies

The expansion of time

The expansion of time
The accordion fall
The bagpipe air pushing
Without a sound at all

We were braced for impact
Knowing we’d be reeling
To points of no return
Yet a better feeling

Years of barren landscape

Years of barren landscape
To find our Shangri la
Shouting hallelujah
And strolling la dee da

Unshackled, unbridled
It’s very much a picnic
Unexplored avenues
Without all the nitpick

There’s no new fortresses

There’s no new fortresses
Active cannons or moats
Ancient history of
Bayonets and war boats

The parental errors
On the fields of ago
Lost battles, buried bones
Self-propel, let it go

Capitalizing on

Capitalizing on
Ignorance and bias
Preaching good and evil
Praising your self-pious

Unifying hatred
Into armies of blind
Passing judgment and laws
Inhumane and unkind

Untamed intelligence

Untamed intelligence 

Planting thoughts in frontiers 

The absence of neighbors 

Arenas without peers 

Unleashed and unbordered

Inhaling the abstract 

All possibilities 

Imperfect and exact 

On the otherside of

On the otherside of
A blackhole expanding
Our masses True size and
Our essence commanding

In each other’s field of
Gravity, no other
Not sister, not father
Not mother, not brother

The flickering sunlight

The flickering sunlight
Through barren winter trees
On the edge of forget
Leaves in the gutter eaves

Remnants to remember
Long ago, long afters
Smoke goes up the chimney
Shingles on the rafters

Between slivers of cloud

Between slivers of cloud
A setting slipper moon
On this broken morning
A deflated balloon

Seeing your perspective
Accepting your choices
Not ruffling your feathers
Or raising our voices

Complacency danger

Complacency danger
In the mosquito's pool
Minds void of exercise
The stationary tool

Not advancing upwards
Up from deplorable
Nationals, Nazis! who
Think they're adorable

Winners without laurels

Winners without laurels
This silent victory
Battlefields blank with not
A sign of casualty

Monuments of future
Are built by us each day
We raise flags at full staff
And pledge to blow our way

In the blink of an eye

In the blink of an eye

Autumn leaves passing by

A raindrop from the sky

Forever time is not

Not for the living things

With stems, fins, legs or wings

Active, still, loose or clings

Existing then forgot

You are the crepe myrtle

You are the crepe myrtle
And the amaryllis
The orchid, paper whites
The flowers within us

A beauty profusion
Out of step, out of place
Like the melody found
In the pause, in the space

We know who we are and

We know who we are and
Better, who we are not
Not you, not them and so
Let it not be forgot

Our dreams are to be had
Oceans and outerspace
Small corners of the world
We covet as our place

Another transparent

Another transparent
Moon witnessing my day
Silver airplanes silent
Transverse the open way

Alone and traveling
Loved ones are scattered far
No want to meet again
A distant dimming star

The present is shaping

The present is shaping
The future and making
The past as we speak as
If it was partaking

In a party that just
Started and both ended
A moment arriving
Purity unblended

Let us target ahead

Let us target ahead
And leave the past behind
Exercise our learning
In another book bind

Cherish the chapters that
Are unwritten but wise
Start an introduction
Abstain from a reprise

In the folds hidden from

In the folds hidden from
The light of brightest day
The smallest answers speak
In unshaped forms of clay

A fingerprint, a push
Unique snowflakes aglow
Generations adding
To the little we know