Combustible

Blinded and spotted
with double vision
of two
dancing around
the ring, the pit, the issues,
the pyre and flames,
the names
we use
in Love...

The elements
were all presiding
outdoors.
The smoke moves us
around
the light flickers
and pops as it catches
on...

This orange glow,
we know
the truth is
coming together
these cold nights
bonfires seeking
vanity
are explosive,
knotted and ingrained.

We agree
wholeheartedly,
we are only we,
individually.


Painting by Paul Gaugin, 'Upa, Upa (the fire dance)' c. 1891 in Public Domain. 

Spoken word poet

Your mouth carries clues

crosswords, in pen-you project

ink-stained ideas.

Painting by Yeghishe Tadevosyan [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Make it Official

-State your Name and Intention-
Do Not mention any affiliations
or become subject to litigation.

Acts of remediation are often post facto
in futility even-ergo, better never
than too late
to instate your Greater Purpose
or your amor fati, by decree of entropy.

You see, if you aim for Truth
untethered to ego
you may move more freely
About.
If motives move
unannounced
they are pronounced
Wrongly.



Photo By Archiwum Ilustracji Ilustrowanego Kuryera Codziennego (corporate author) (National Digital Archives) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Being Selves-ish

Ego is not the enemy,

it simply needs some control,

like willpower, which

is not a weak force,

like addiction or love.

Nor are neither the culprits

caught in circumstance, tagged It

in the blame game,

standing in the way of wind,

struck ill, accursed, vexed and falling plagued

to indecision, which is not

Doing anything

for them-selves

like self-immersion or suffocation

in one’s self-doubt, like insecurity,

self-consciousness,

like paranoia and conspiracy

under-lying self-sacrifice…

We are not safe with our selves.

Image of painting by James Sant [Public domain], Courage, Anxiety Despair (c. 1850) via Wikimedia Commons.

Ego-tryst

They say scientists can measure the size
of your ego, subjectively-
no, those are psychologists.
And any ists must
be a man on a strand of islands,
native sons, volcano-goddesses,
and elders.
I landed on
a nerve when I said-
Big Head-
Foot in Mouth-
Elephantitists
carry the heaviest
chips on shoulders.
Boulders become,
snowballs.
After consulting
the geologists who insists
on layers, and pressure, and ex-
traneous circumplants, inoculants,
and evidently
seeking likeness in narcissists,

all is sorted out.
This is when florists are best.





Image of painting by Hieronymus Bosch, 1485. 

The arche-lights of animus

You are blocking the light-
beams moon your ego in full array,
it fully eclipses the suns blaze
in plane view, blinding you
of any depth perception,
resulting in
vert-
ego.

Lights out, volume up, listen in...

Do you hear the way you sound?

A megaphone is an overkill,
where whispers in-
discernable are cumulative thunder,
a warning-
note to self-
to mute the background
static by detaching
or unplugging the
speaker.
The back feed amplifier
of the anima in us.
Shadows are holding your place
(in) apoge-e
go!


Image of painting by William Merritt Chase [Public domain or CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.