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failing daily is the artist way
is the crossly weight and now having met Grace i can be saved she's eager to meet me where i am but i haven't the gall to face her yet i'm still kicking myself for all the yesteryears: the knowing better and doing worse the feeling one way and choosing another the rehearsed obedience and prideful gaze the neglecting you and putting me first thigh deep in irreparable reconciliation paralyzed by the need to decondition the wayward discipline the wanton ways built on foundation that begged for reexamination (a new phase) He's eager to meet me where i am but i haven't the gall to face them yet Grace said i can be saved today-- i didn't have to wait Grace said failing daily is our way come and rest here |
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things may appear better than they are, here they may also feel bleaker than they actually are, here i wonder if we were able to tell the difference -- (rushing around for the next shiny thing) what were we doing, here |
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when you see me smiling at you i know, you know, it's me. that we are as near as any two people could be. in the few seconds of clarity, you sense our closeness, even if you no longer have the words for me. i know, from your eyes, from your hands, you feel my heart surging to hug yours. . in between chaos and calm i choose you. . my heart, mi abuelita, 我可愛的婆皮 |
unhinging from imperishable thoughts of you and us in those days _ fragmented gaze syncopated pace unfurling rays we sway __ worn from the race frozen in a timely haze memory encapsulates fell (back) in our ways, old ways --@tranqist 2016 |
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i will hold your hand till we wake.
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