Luck favors the bold
just as much as the foolish
is it better to be foolish or bold?
or perhaps
is it foolish to be bold?
is it bold to be foolish?
maybe they are the same
sharing the core
that certainty in self
the confidence to act
where action fails in most
perhaps we should all be
boldly foolish
to live in Her favor
and find worth within
I will think of you in the deep quiet of the night
I will think of you in the ferocity of the storm
On the bright summer days
Through enduring drought
When the ice storms of winter
Bend the trees to the ground
I will think of you through every plague
Through frogs and swarms and blood
And through more modern apocalypses
I will think of you, I will think of you
I will think of you through laughter, tears
While huddled facing deep set fears
When I find myself in another's arms
When buried beneath my cairn
The past is past - I will never tell you
But I will never not think of you.
For a moment
there was a cacophony of crows
as the temperature cooled and the darkness grew
At totality
a cheer from the watchers
and the brightest stars shone through
And then
like all fleeting things
it passed, returning the daylight to view
Here is the lesson learnt:
Within the soil of your heart
Sow salt
Let nothing grow
Let it tick away the hours
Quietly, alone
Tighten the gaps in the wall
And lock the gate
And---
Wait.
Wait!
WAIT!
...
This one's hot tho
96 words for love
Could you imagine?
Being able to understand
with immediacy
if someone is describing
their affection for sweets
or a sweetheart?
To understand if it is general
or familial
or devotional
or sexual?
How much more meaning
if I knew the exact word
to describe this thing
this mad, eternal longing
devotion beyond devotion’s due
so difficult to express
it is like how the ocean
pulls to the moon
or the flower
faces the sun
It is as neverending
and vast
as the outward flung stars
spreading across the universe
hurtling into the emptiness
of beyond.
My only hope is entropy.
mehryment 