On Seeing Too Much…High Definition and Such

Separate. Distant. Nothing and everything simultaneously.
We are the discontinuity between general relativity and quantum theory.
A missing metric that measures up in ways we cannot describe;
Nor define.

Seek to find,
Hide and Seek.
Drawing lines for the sake of not spinning.

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Standing With Caffeine In My Eco-friendly Cup… And Love— (Blank Sheet. Light On.)

 Feb 28th, 2013

Love is the wave we flow,
Love is the way we know.

Blank sheet.
Light on.
I cannot call myself a writer if I am not writing.
I cannot call myself a dreamer if I am not dreaming.

There are no words to this song,
Questioning hope for days to dawn.

Blank sheet.
Light on.
I cannot call myself a writer if I am not writing.
I cannot call myself a dreamer if I am not dreaming.

Betray my pen,
Stray my view.
Smoke my pipe,
And let the herb construe.

Brings the castle down from the sky.
I may not be tall, but sure as hell am high.

Blank sheet.
Light on.
I cannot call myself a writer if I am not writing.
I cannot call myself a dreamer if I am not dreaming.

Somewhere along the way the ink bleeds through and the words fall askew.

Is it my eyes that cannot recognize my reflection?
Or is it my reflection that cannot recognize my view?

Not I,
Not I,
Not the “me”,  I thought I knew.
Not I,
Not I,
Not tea,
Still, the thoughts steep.

Deep, deep, deep into the abyss…
I will not,
I cannot fall victim to this!
Deep, deep, deep-
I cannot,
I will not settle for anything but bliss…

Blank sheet.
Light on.
I cannot call myself a writer if I am not writing.
I cannot call myself a dreamer if I am not dreaming.

Look away, turn away—
Fall astray.
Look around, turn around,
Find the miles,
The distance that makes you stay.

Blank sheet.
Light on.
I cannot call myself a writer if I am not writing.
I cannot call myself a dreamer if I am not dreaming.

The thing is, I am not sleeping.
In fact, I am wide fucking awake.

Eyes open,
Past closed.
Uncovered from bed sheets,
Bathed in motivation,
Dressed with intention!

Standing with caffeine in my eco-friendly cup…
And love—

Love is the wave we flow,
Love is the way we know.

Blank sheet.
Light on.
I cannot call myself a writer if I am not writing.
I cannot call myself a dreamer if I am not dreaming.

Blank sheet.
Light on.
I cannot pretend I am something I can no longer be.
I cannot call myself a writer because I am here to speak.