whateverwhimsy

[whateverwhimsy]

[whateverwhimsy]

Misshapen Reflections

Formulas fold, fractures of the familiar.

Interests of mind, time has scarred and bizarrely taken steps, retraced -

Displaced in the shiver of distress the ancient wounds revealed truths can't touch,

And not that there's really much more to say, but I'd like to be guiltless again

(if that's okay)

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[whateverwhimsy]

[whateverwhimsy]

"It's a terrible love and I'm walking with spiders..."

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[whateverwhimsy]

How else can we pretend?

Another gap in logic,

another gap in our trajectories colliding.

Wonder what makes this

an essence or a choice?

Voiceless in the voids,

creating maps of contingent desires

nothing feeds the fire

like our hearts.

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[whateverwhimsy]

Best pressing, vinyl this rushing of tone and depth reasons I left my soul somewhere else -

And when I hear the words wrought worship from choruses biting back on loneliness

Pastures painted, plastered pictured someone else's standard and words warp against the glass -

Timed out, this song another revolution around a sound I'm growing closer to.

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[whateverwhimsy]

Sworn

We catch a cresting of light

fostering hope amid chaos,

stripping down our fears

by baring our secret souls,

a fire we keep wicking

with memories and truths,

dismembering delusions

as details of newness

dissolve in the elixir

of our love -

truest truths we find

somewhere buried within

the death that came before.

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[whateverwhimsy]

Twisted Ties, These

Paths are crossing, missing ides of locales the ideas which flew quickly,

Tracing steps abroad but it doesn't retract, and the further I run is the further I've ever been from something true -

Nestling, heading into sleep the slump of slumber catches the drifts of old friends and what they said or didn't say,

We may have been bobbing out through the distance calling into the wild western wind until our throats were slit, and silenced.

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[whateverwhimsy]

Pickpocket Brainiac Scientist

I am seedless, following, filtering, feeling out the noiselessness with pangs of giddy dissolution - I am friendless, feeble fixating on the groundless grass and bodies amassed along the outskirts of a broken-down trampled along, insidious town. Feelings scrambled, crammed somewhere in the crannies of my mind and what's left? What lies in the pastures?

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[whateverwhimsy]

“Too old! Are you crazy? You are just starting to live. And life still has all its joys and fruitfulness to give you. Its pains too, of course. But a great and faithful love is the crucible where joys and sorrows melt to become greatness and goodness.”

— Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, February 8, 1950 [#178]

[whateverwhimsy]

Paying Penance to Residual Worth

Isn't there more time? We began to spread apart the darkness, and, for whatever reason, it left us silenced in a hopeless trance of messiness distanced from nocturnal remembrance, those odd reverberating dreams, scuttled to the core - we make out with less than we did bringing solace along with our pride, a price to pay nothing ever came for free and a delusion we doubled down on made sense (at the time) Once was never enough to prime the value of our circuitry, certainly the choice was mine all along, alone to face the fractured cold of eternity. Lifting out the bones from the fragile grave, this will be the last time I'll say goodbye.

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[whateverwhimsy]

Modern Afflictions

Weave another story out of sadness, as it happens all the pieces barely fit and the good intention to escape grows itself out in odd directions.

Do we know those which we hurt? Do we know for what we urge?

A complicated mess of words, frothy with feeling and verve. The simple turns of tongue now simply come undone, simply for the fun of losing nerve.

Do we dance in all this decay? Do we sip our wine and stay in pain?

A fragile vase of flowered hope, diseased in tepid water. How delicate we frame desires when we’re further from the fire and flames are all we need.

Does it hurt the way you’d like? Do we run when time is right?

(Last man standing wins the fight)

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[whateverwhimsy]

Creative Juices

Common-thread spinster in the upper room, wishing for the proof that there's still a life outside of this dormancy. Producing blankets that only shelter them who keep the blinders on. The finder's keeper's rule of thumb, drowned in the undercurrent. Flushed away and stained by prudent memory, flights of foolish fancy. And if only wishing was fixing the problem…

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[whateverwhimsy]

As Weather

Meet me in the morning fog. Hide amongst the thoughts that fill your mind. Read the sky to predict how our lives will intertwine. Of all the glorious details, our focus is directed as we dissect the coming storm. Afternoon settles with a sunspot reference to the pages already turned. What you and I have learned, so far.

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[whateverwhimsy]

We'll be happy forever

everything perfectly placed,

everything perfectly at hand -

Yea, we have it all

we've got too much

and whatever the cost

we'll exhaust ourselves on data

before we'll ever let go -

Pry my phone from my cold dead hands

(understand, I'm practically dead already)

Happiness is pretending

we don't need anybody.

And if a picture says we're perfect,

isn't that enough?

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[whateverwhimsy]

Versions (Part 1)

That's when you looked back at me, asking questions: seeming to misunderstand every word I said leaving me breathless to try and explain - (I'm seemingly always explaining myself) These conditions I've built around who I'll be and what I might want to egregiously say, nothing but a poor self-image and inverted display I keep coming back to the moment, so let's get back to what you asked - where we stood, there was a road we would walk and again, you signaled your damnation of lies as you tried your best to lie your way out, and I bought it, as usual, nothing to hide because I knew I had my own stuffed in my pocket, and I would guard it with my life.

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[whateverwhimsy]

Widened

There you sat, as I watched you dream your mind so full of fantasies, embellished the intricate dalliance of memory and time betwixt - finally formally composing a symphony for just the momentary remembrance, the replay in treasured silence of what we made real, this actualization of revealing eyes, blinking another triumph of surrealism in stride, and what tangled webs of desire we always weave from the crumbling embassy of our hearts.

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