though you may grasp it beyond my reach. do the depths of the subconscious allow you to keep communication fair?
Between the vastness of air
and the concreteness of street
life’s force impacted before my eyes
the nastiest creature to a new yorker died,
a pigeon.
Right before my eye i saw you fall.
Why was it that you fell?
death before my eye accompanied by sound,
the sound the event had made.
Laying there dead as cars drove past
i was weeping inside that no turning wheel
would crush thy body.
I walked into the middle of the street
and picked up a dead pigeon
no life remained as the neck went limp
the air failed this fragile creature
and the earth punished such failings.
I made a little grave for the pigeon
on the corner of the street
where does life go?
it dwells in a body for some time
and then escaped not over time but in an instant.
untitled
When i was ten years old my family uprooted
left my grandmother and my brother in the US
I was a momma’s boy in the first degree
the only woman in my life out of necesity
literaly nine months without her i would never be
Thanks to my dad we were able to live overseas
He built an empire higher then skyscrapers
Finding true religion my spiritual be over paper
I guess since i had it i’m the one with the silver spoon
How horrible of me to claim that i got problems too
Given my suffering is not quite the same as yours
But all combinations between two are never explored
“the symmetry of tao” Yin and Yang are not in conflict rather they are compatible with each other. Location unknown.
