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::: Your Stink Eye :::

Signs
Read a gesture
Quantify it with no judgment
Upon your being or others
That's what the older ones call clever
The too-young-to-know see as prophetization,
Even if they can't spell it
What the too wise and inexperienced will never understand.
Heartfelt
Is what we're all deemed to be
Where I myself fit in the scheme depends,
Mostly on what your opinion is on where lies the supreme
By stopping
And listening
For things that some would argue aren't there
Am I an unstoppable beam of light, heading back towards an unseen stratosphere?
Or am I procrastinating, letting go of life as we know it?
I hope both,
But... I don't know
But I will find out
On my terms, not those imposed by the visible
Because I'm striving to know what only our children do
One day, I will reach the heights of birth and impurity
If that means leaving the weight of security and burdening my shoulders with all the possibilities,
So be it
Because in those eyes, you see it.
Heartfelt,
What we're all deemed to be
That's been lost in translation
Among these words that say less than we really know or could ever see.
Signs
Read a gesture
The silence in knowledge of all I need lies right there for my pleasure
I am
The incestuous intellector
Or at least, that's what I strive for
But no!
Because there's more
There's more to life than life itself
There's yours.
So thank you
Thank you teacher slash friend
Because whether you know it or not
You just helped me get closer to the light and the source
By not saying enough
Perfection in the tension of your unspoken reality
Add two quarts of holding back, a pinch of truth with no relaxed,
And just a dash of me being destined to see it
Made the perfect recipe of God in between
My affinity for a connection way beyond the current state of human beings
Heartfelt, in anger
What we are supposed to be
In a moment that would have been too easy to miss
I saw your stink eye on your screwed face
And I thank you
Because your experience
Completes me

Written by: ~ Kevin J