The Wait - 13 from 2005
Posted: April 5th, 2007, 12:21 pm
1.
If I waited to do
what I want to do
until I was finished doing
all I had to do, I'd never
do what I desire.
Some things are required.
Some abandoned, intended.
It's not the time allotted.
It's how you spend it.
2.
I have waited for a dance with
the moon, primary colors prismed
in halo glory, my image projected
in shadow glyphs, and when the
crescent gestured for my hand,
I knew the lunar delay was only
a mere postponement, soon the
glissade, shortly, the waltz,
presently the performance,
my gentle synodic mate
having baited me with his
glance, the chance to dance,
and I, entranced with magnitude,
surface gleam, and wonder!
3.
There are 29 days between new moons,
a period set aside for observations of phenomena.
Or are there 29 nights between half moons,
a pause held in a time lag, semi-complete?
Or perhaps the facts are this.
There are 29 revolutions of the
satellite around the earth sandwiched
between wolf howls, each full moon
a marker on an astrophysical plane?
Does it matter?
There is no way to postpone advances
in molecular discovery. There is no way
to delay the arrival of a day; not by
physical models, not by theories regarding
galaxy formations!
Do not wait for answers which suggest
implicit truths, or implications of a ruse
within the analysis of the otherwise
obvious.
It is only necessary to rise, your eyes
open to horizon's frame beneath the sky,
accept your tiny space and fly,
menses released!
Dance to phantom rhythms!
Do not count on daylight or
midnight oil to burn! Bury
theories with yearn and purpose!
Free is a heartbeat, winged
like Mercury!
4.
Minutes are detained
by still winds only long
enough to imitate a
photograph. Soon, the
time-lapse plays rapid
frames, and you, caught
up in the frenzy, attempt
a replay only moments
later.
6.
Nothing is the distance
between null and nil.
Don't bet it.
All is the place
between full and fill.
Don't forget it.
When a choice is presented
to own it or rent it,
never choose the latter.
One could be worse,
but the other much badder.
7.
When you're in love,
you may as well be ill,
or addicted.
You can't eat, can't sleep,
can't wait for another
fix of it.
Time is a
love mocker, a thief.
It can steal the disease,
mimic relief,
then leave you starved
for another malady.
This is why some people say,
time and love are both fallacies,
lies.
But I say those who come
to such conclusions
are suffering from delusions
sensationalized.
The reason why time and love
seem fleeting
is simply because they both
are repeating.
8.
We are the 8.
Infinity sideways.
All divided by zero.
1 x entirety,
turned on its side.
Each a part, all a
distinct unique
completeness.
Infinity
pulls.
If you stop,
I tell myself,
you might catch up
with you and then there
will be no-one to follow
and you just might see futility
on wings, disappearing
behind your back,
talking about it
like you knew
where you went,
memories like waves
of forever casting shadows
on your heels.
Clocks tick
a new phase
Infinity Sideways
9.
First time around.
Time pariticles become sound.
If poems are the words of angels,
Music is God's voice. Love is a choice.
Quarter-time notes. Halftime show.
Musical scores.
Love can stop wars.
Play music at the frontline,
serenade the armed.
Love has charmed
Many a snake,
Many a broken man.
Love was the music
When the world began.
10.
Oh yeah, it's da cat's pajamas,
baaaaaabyyyyy... gal woke up
to another dawn, had her pjs on,
knew it was comin'
one way or anotha, brotha,
sista skattin', cats'r jammin'
kids onda block, each tick tock
of a clock reckoned it would be,
alleycat dudes talkin' infinity,
who woulda known there'd be
such a clamma? Gurl woke up
to wham bamma jam,
midnight here, don't know
who I am.
11.
grandma was a lady of dignity.
no-one would argue that fact.
mourning came too soon,
slack, with no purpose
and how
it came
in like a full-blown
concert, orchestrated
in relative theatrics.
here is my vow.
i never knew her.
but i will remember her now.
12.
I change my past on a regular basis,
though not quite as often
as I change my socks.
It's a matter of embellishment.
Yesterday can always be better.
I even write myself old love letters.
13.
Boredom is boring, tedious,
virtually impossible.
How do people experience ennui?
There's much to do,
much to see.
I do not think it's plausable.
Better them than me.
If I waited to do
what I want to do
until I was finished doing
all I had to do, I'd never
do what I desire.
Some things are required.
Some abandoned, intended.
It's not the time allotted.
It's how you spend it.
2.
I have waited for a dance with
the moon, primary colors prismed
in halo glory, my image projected
in shadow glyphs, and when the
crescent gestured for my hand,
I knew the lunar delay was only
a mere postponement, soon the
glissade, shortly, the waltz,
presently the performance,
my gentle synodic mate
having baited me with his
glance, the chance to dance,
and I, entranced with magnitude,
surface gleam, and wonder!
3.
There are 29 days between new moons,
a period set aside for observations of phenomena.
Or are there 29 nights between half moons,
a pause held in a time lag, semi-complete?
Or perhaps the facts are this.
There are 29 revolutions of the
satellite around the earth sandwiched
between wolf howls, each full moon
a marker on an astrophysical plane?
Does it matter?
There is no way to postpone advances
in molecular discovery. There is no way
to delay the arrival of a day; not by
physical models, not by theories regarding
galaxy formations!
Do not wait for answers which suggest
implicit truths, or implications of a ruse
within the analysis of the otherwise
obvious.
It is only necessary to rise, your eyes
open to horizon's frame beneath the sky,
accept your tiny space and fly,
menses released!
Dance to phantom rhythms!
Do not count on daylight or
midnight oil to burn! Bury
theories with yearn and purpose!
Free is a heartbeat, winged
like Mercury!
4.
Minutes are detained
by still winds only long
enough to imitate a
photograph. Soon, the
time-lapse plays rapid
frames, and you, caught
up in the frenzy, attempt
a replay only moments
later.
6.
Nothing is the distance
between null and nil.
Don't bet it.
All is the place
between full and fill.
Don't forget it.
When a choice is presented
to own it or rent it,
never choose the latter.
One could be worse,
but the other much badder.
7.
When you're in love,
you may as well be ill,
or addicted.
You can't eat, can't sleep,
can't wait for another
fix of it.
Time is a
love mocker, a thief.
It can steal the disease,
mimic relief,
then leave you starved
for another malady.
This is why some people say,
time and love are both fallacies,
lies.
But I say those who come
to such conclusions
are suffering from delusions
sensationalized.
The reason why time and love
seem fleeting
is simply because they both
are repeating.
8.
We are the 8.
Infinity sideways.
All divided by zero.
1 x entirety,
turned on its side.
Each a part, all a
distinct unique
completeness.
Infinity
pulls.
If you stop,
I tell myself,
you might catch up
with you and then there
will be no-one to follow
and you just might see futility
on wings, disappearing
behind your back,
talking about it
like you knew
where you went,
memories like waves
of forever casting shadows
on your heels.
Clocks tick
a new phase
Infinity Sideways
9.
First time around.
Time pariticles become sound.
If poems are the words of angels,
Music is God's voice. Love is a choice.
Quarter-time notes. Halftime show.
Musical scores.
Love can stop wars.
Play music at the frontline,
serenade the armed.
Love has charmed
Many a snake,
Many a broken man.
Love was the music
When the world began.
10.
Oh yeah, it's da cat's pajamas,
baaaaaabyyyyy... gal woke up
to another dawn, had her pjs on,
knew it was comin'
one way or anotha, brotha,
sista skattin', cats'r jammin'
kids onda block, each tick tock
of a clock reckoned it would be,
alleycat dudes talkin' infinity,
who woulda known there'd be
such a clamma? Gurl woke up
to wham bamma jam,
midnight here, don't know
who I am.
11.
grandma was a lady of dignity.
no-one would argue that fact.
mourning came too soon,
slack, with no purpose
and how
it came
in like a full-blown
concert, orchestrated
in relative theatrics.
here is my vow.
i never knew her.
but i will remember her now.
12.
I change my past on a regular basis,
though not quite as often
as I change my socks.
It's a matter of embellishment.
Yesterday can always be better.
I even write myself old love letters.
13.
Boredom is boring, tedious,
virtually impossible.
How do people experience ennui?
There's much to do,
much to see.
I do not think it's plausable.
Better them than me.
