If-poem.WMA -

make me"

a pair of periods

and start my sentence ‘

make me"

a mark on my couch

and keep score’

()

how to tie all these thoughts with one string

beat

beat

beat.

Bleed.

We bleed’

still we end

with the knot,

courtesy of Gordian.

to type of the voices

that run through my head?s.

to write about wars

that play out instead.

the comment - you can’t find happiness if

you tie it with another person...()

please see’ Into the Wild’.

"Happiness is only real when it's SHARED"

now I can die today.

that is what we feel now,

then we go to sleep........

for a day, a moment, a time, an else, now,

we Die.

and wake….

why do i wait?

until the last grain of sand

falls and meets

September’s  wake?

Why wait to die and live in heaven?

When heaven's here to tease,

the lonely and the pleased,

with promises of life in peace.

After the rain of existence

and the wind unresisting

has passed,

we stare,

half-assed,

at the coming of Zion.

In the skies

not knowing the Lion

roars

and abhors

only what we tell it to...

G-d give me the strength

to break the bonds,

I think you've made,

around my soul's eyes;

and let me behold

the knowledge we stole,

as part of Father's wake

that long November.

if we could but remember……..

The sacrifice,

for fire in phase,

to know the last daze,

and fire in spirit.

We burn and we blaze

Still……..

Till the last trump is sound,

maybe then may be found,

that sight is still over-rated,

and flesh justly hated.

As my sight's keeper,

shepherd and gaoler;

both as one,

my divinity.

SO much you've stolen

with mute hello's

and loud Good-bye's.>

I'ld pray;

but i fear;

where that would lead(……..)

Thanks for dropping by again. I was all over the place in the poem but the beat and rhythm spoke to me more than anything. From an overall perspective, I was attempting to bring together some 'symbols' " ' ... () and salt and pepper the piece to try and make it more tactile, more 8dimensional, if you will. The piece was a letter from my subconscious to my conscious. It spoke from a place of void - "make me". It brought up or 'floated' bits of thought and imagery my conscious had thrown away. much like I responded to OReally in the comments:

“i try to touch as many as I can lol. So the short answer would be yeah - this was creative detritus and it happens once a month. Like a period - potential but no connection, then flushed. Your observation adds to how I see it, intended or not. Thank you sincerely."

She prompted the connection of mind to poem, in my case anyways. Connections (through symbols words etc...) and the fact that it could be seen/read/understood as a 'period'. Cyclical and equally pregnant with potential connections. From a detailed perspective -

The medium answer lol :) I left my conscious and tied it with a metaphorical string( in this case, I used the symbols () read as open close) in order to find my way back, falling slowly under "beat beat beat bleed." Hitting the path to the heart of the matter, blood, I step through. How? By slicing through the knot, and bleeding. I meet my first flotsam and find it full of screaming voices "that run through my head?s." and its a battlefield "that play out instead." In the middle of that - I find my first piece of something tangible "you can’t find happiness if you tie it with another person...()" The ...() is read as wait open close.  The word if hangs and ties me to the other shore. 

I read a sign that says "Happiness is only real if it is SHARED" and wonder at that lonely place inside my head, but realize it is true and am content to pass. 

The following is what I experienced past that third veil. At this point I don't know if I will find my way back, but still I walk and sleep to Die. "I wake..." the symbol ... is read wait. You can hear these as if read by another person in the voice recording and it makes more sense there.  Not that this is making much more sense, though lol. My other responds with a "why wait?" and proceeds to pierce the next layer - pointing out that 'heaven' is here but inaccessible to most.

It pushes me through the other side amidst: "After the rain of existence and the wind unresisting has passed," I end up staring at something like the apocalypse. In the comments I shared the following as a response which summarizes it some more:

"The Zion references are meant to both look at the literal invasion of the mount and the renaming - the City of David - and side by side with what I looked at as a bit of self destruction followed by a not yet realized maturation of the philosophical/psychological mind of mine. With a spiritual overtone and some apocalyptical references for flavoring and synchro. Yes we see the coming as a birth as an end as, whatever we tell it to. Heck as a cause for eternal mindless war. So goes the thoughts in my head too - they think what I tell them too, and are also at a seemingly eternal war of sorts." "The bonds I/i made, including G-d we made him too, perhaps :) depending on your inclinations, I say we are him and her, and to me She is." 

“The knowledge we stole,as part of Father's wake that long November, if we could but remember….” A bit of a reference to Prometheus (stole fire) and the All-Father hung by his spear to the World Tree where his son Thor ‘waked’ for him. Fully awake past what I think is the final obstacle, the “final trump” sounds, and like Odin, with one eye I find that sight was over rated and flesh (given in sacrifice) justly hated. I see more now with one eye then before with two, the gifts the Nine have given (as in to Odin as he hung) allow me to finally see the ‘bonds’ over my soul’s ‘eyes’. 

I realize how much I’ve/we’ve lost, and it humbles me. Its mute hellos – we never know they are there – and loud good-byes – until they leave. They is anything and everything, it is whatever ‘I’ saw with my ‘eye’ there at the end.

peece again,

even if it's out of style,

:)