This is basically a rant in four parts.... *Nothing Beyond the Gray*

Observation:

Faster it seems, racing towards something intangible
That infinite, that impossible meaning, memory
Time that can’t seem to fade from denim even with that last
washing
And the ink starting to run and spread out like small rushing
rivers in the valleys
Down lines of strife, defined life and love, curving along neglected
understanding and
There… your life, your health in one simple efficient motion of
The wrist sends the colors swirling over the under appreciated,
the mounds
Of fortune unsure, between the moon and the sun… or
Saturn and Venus, always a struggle to keep everything straight
in the mind of a racing fool.


Feeling:

Something on your mind, besides musical abominations
Clashing harshly in your ears - denying Romanticism, go dance
your life away
Nothing else, but this pain in my hand that sparks from
confusion
Misunderstanding the present and misinterpreting the past
Just a mess of facts and places and people, all too vague to hold onto,
too significant still to discard
The future melting away before it has a chance to shape itself
into crystallized formations of unfettered beauty
and ineffable fate clinging
To the calves of that Entity, unquestioned
Who’s dancing in the head that thinks too much about nothing
while reflecting on
The necessity of everything, combined. Nothing, now – here,
nowhere.

Memory:

These are not mine - I borrowed them from a friend who will
forget them
Soon enough while
She ponders away happily why root beer floats couldn’t make
the violets grow to their insurmountable potential
While innocence is finding its way
To the dustbin of passé terminology, clawing at reality, kicked
back by the feet that it
Wants so desperately to borrow:
You should have known chewing gum under shoes and muddy,
rock strewn roads
Under feet that should have passed away eternity in the
presence of
Human company, not this numb, not this dead, not this
indifferent….
Should have shuffled through the snow and force to feel the sand
between too cold toes that should also relish soft green blades,
now too far gone.


Gray:

Things will fade soon enough and we will see how much it all
meant
Each penny that you pinched and ladybug that you squashed
between spiteful fingers
Before you could even mouth the syllables to form
coherent thought
Babbling goos and gaas through chubby, webbed digits, really:
I NEED MORE, I want
More than I need - more than there is - but it’s not enough for
a greedy mind the
Typical outlook of all infants; grow up and realize it’s still
not enough for you

Gray, the discontinuity of this...termination and we forget what it
was like before
we disconnected from what it will ever be
We are all redeemed in the eyes of the Ignorants, but in gray
They know the truth, too wise to tell those too vain to see…
too wise for selfishness.
Possessions. Gray is indefinite.

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