Grey Matter

Passion, Pretending, Patience.

Every piece of rhythm and soul

Esteem and self

I Would have been on time

But breakfast on the Moon ran long

And brunch on Mars was a little far

When feelings unparalleled

In hopes I'd cope and brush it off

As if it were something that you would miss,

Intelligence telling me this

Spiritual and morality filled

Patience and paying attention

The evils tempting and gripping,

Is usually something worth dismissing

Compassion, respect. 

Learning, reasoning

Every piece of rhythm and soul

Heart open, it roams,

Or says the wrong thing

Hemisphere of dreams

In desperate need of peace

As these fiends wean into placebos and supplements

The sheep have quit leaping

If it keeps,

An edge achieved

Approached at speeds of mach and laser beams

Apparently unyielding

Seems the darker, more fitting.

Feeling frustrated,

Troubling,

Freedom.

This element of my being,

Grey matter in gradient patterns,

Laughter for masking,

Pretending,

Preaching this old love song,

Asking orbiting questions,

Absorbing every dumb thing,

Regurgitating in awe,

An escape.

Manna-hata plateau

Perfect aesthetic

Graffiti on walls,

In abundance of monumental murals of Prince and abstract Owls.

An entire colonization underneath,

This concrete jungle and Earth.

She's stunning.

New York's finest.

Finesse for the time seeing as I'm being honest.

Daunting

I'd build a fortress

An orb, my spherical object

Resist

Sword forged of persistence.

Reviews

[Nariko]

This poem makes me think that things aren't always black or white

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

"Manna-Hata" dreamscape- nightmarescape- take your pick- or take both...superb kaleidoscope of art, words, thoughts, stimuli, experiences, graphically described and felt. Staccato stream-of consciousness words and images explode, become alive and loom larger than life. So Absolutely Brilliant my friend!