No Solace

The libido fucked the heart from the start,
twisting and distorting a sweet unknown.
Oh, how modern. Oh, how you've forgotten
to churn the sea within your leaky tub.

Isn't it funny how the liver can
sometimes be the source of raw emotion?
The real natural intellectual must see
through the muck with a detached clarity.

When a world of hurt overpowers you
and there is no solace to find within
the selfish sun or the impatient moon-
we will still have our dreams to turn into.

Dreaming everyday is more than it is
all cracked up to be. Practice makes perfect.
A closeness to this dream is a bright light-
some are blinded, some walk with the path lit.

How do we stop this accelerating?
This ride doesn't require explanation,
yet we lash out for something essential-
hoping to simply transcend decision.

When a world of hurt overpowers you
and there is no solace to find within
the selfish sun or the impatient moon-
we will still have our dreams to turn into.

RwmG

It's May 4th Already?

Wonderful,
but a little maddening.
Miles away from a
perfect night’s sleep.

Wouldn’t you like to
know where we got our
sideshow swagger?
Dancing shoes dragger.
Crystal personali-key bagger.

A billion light-years of
multiplication
will still end somewhere.
I'm all in for mischievous infinity.
Just try not to lose
your footing or
that laugh.

Learn natural tenderness,
flex your tipsiest of toes,
only be the kindest buds.
Peering in and out of
“not really being like this”.
And trading shpongle
masks for spiritual hugs.

RwmG