a bride walks down the aisle, staggers on one foot, & you can hear a poet stutter like her footsteps at every step. she hides her form underneath her veil, wears her father’s corpse on her face like the holy candle praying for a future.
when the piano starts to play, we can
hear frogs croaking to an unfamiliar rhythm, from deep down throaty laughs of a certain someone or people
alongside ruptured chords. we all stand, not sure what the bridegroom’s lips call to the altar.
she’s sitting on the other side of the couch, eyes on the clock. watching it tick slowly, taking it in like the constant taste of the cat-o’-nine-tails; with the want to skilder another life from death.
i see her waiting at mordecai’s grave, with an expectation to turn the time; hoping he’d tell the dead king that a jewess’ still trapped in the past, [the month adar]; & wishing the fog of war clears from her head.
it’s a pity she can only turn back time with memories; but one could breathe in the peaceful journey of a future, with death.
count dust like a complex organism. form jasper from lily & a rainbow from a glass prism.
wish feathers from a wishing well, dive in & splash. turn father to something with a bill & escape with the wind, far from whatever you see below. fly like the dust let your bald head cave in to an eagle’s nest – an epitome of the ethreal, make it real
that shadowed visage of a black bird make it yours. steal it from someone’s theory & turn this world to your notion.
grasp that single thread, hold on to it; find the plane at the border and float, will ya. create your pool from the mirage with evolution
& hope it goes well.
We’re always too focused on making others “the right ones”; always imagining that “the right person” would do this and not do that. Do we ever ask ourselves if “we” are the right ones to certain people. Always seeing things from “your” perspective can mar your view of others.
We always want to find that “perfect person” for ourselves. Have you asked yourself if you’re perfect enough for who you’re looking for. Humans will always be selfish, the way I see things. It’s not bad to want good stuff; but are you good enough to earn it? Work on yourself before searching for one you think is “perfect for you”;
then you won’t have to look for the “right ones”. If you don’t deserve one, you simply won’t get one. It’s not called Karma for nothing. Life isn’t unfair, humans just make it seem so. They’re the ones responsible for how awful this world turned out: even God knows that. Fix yourself, before you go about searching for an already fixed and perfected person. It’s as simple as that.
We plan things for “ourselves”, not others. When other people’s plans get it the way, it technically disrupts ours. Things can always go the way we planned if we plan for the circumstances surrounding other people as well. I think though 🤷, I could be wrong. Besides, I’m human.
you call me father because my cathedral’s not far from yours.
my definition of love has always been the same, still you claim to be my son. can you die? i mean, can you let me kill you? or can you give a sacrifice without letting your eyes burn the nightmare of the carcass before you?
can you love like me? or you just call me father because my cathedral’s not far from yours.