
Things are rarely
what you think
they pretend to be.
Do not mistake
a perception
for reality.
Surviving and thriving
are two different things.
Entirely.
only the tidbits
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Sometimes when I am in the past,
I can see the things that were meant to be.
A shrewd and subtle foreboding persists there, collecting dust.
We all played our parts in it,
made sacrifices and surrendered endlessly to it.
Greedy for attention and simple recognition of
how special we really were.
Everyone watching and waiting then,
learning how to survive.
Slaves to ambition,
slinging drinks and talking shit.
We were deep in hope then,
tremendously alive.
Rest easy old friend, when you need to find me
I’ll be in solace tucked, quietly away.
Sidelines, garden sheds, corners in the shade.
A place where the noise can’t touch
in the light of day.
I never did fit in quite right,
awkward and aloof.
My mind, simple and demanding
collecting stories and sorting truths.
I have always been an apt pupil
at ease in solitude.
The translation of this has long been mocked
and called by many names:
Lack of confidence,
severe shyness,
a consequential guilt.
Fear,
arrogance,
and my favorite mishap, shame.
I call it self-possessed
by my own name.
Rest easy old friend,
for time has surely shown,
I will be here in the end
just as I have always been.
Embedded in a quiet
of the mind
I call home.
I never did fit in quite right
and you are not alone.
The dung twig sprouts
and the spotted Owl sings.
There is joy to be had
in old beginnings.
When all is said
and all is done,
we were two
made into one.
We did this growing,
in secret, we did.
When no one was watching,
and the seasons were still.
We faded into ourselves,
together
on this hill.
Looking back if I should be asked,
“What did you do with your life?”
My response will surely be,
“I spent it with my best friend, coloring.”
And that’s fine by me.
Dear Bird- pay attention. This is a chunky and delightful taste of truth.Â
Well, if this is the end
raise your glass dear friend.
We made it through
a hell of a hell.
Some good has come calling
to quiet the bad.
All and all,
as is the case,
the love that we had
is the love that we gave.