Author: lbstowe

Light determines what so much would be.
Taste, color & shape it crafts for we.

Darkness decides too how it’s perceived.
Deep in shadow all manner’s conceived. 

Although, sometimes light shines on trouble…
So can dark form a heady bubble.

Do these determine; or just set stage?
Are nightmares & bright horrors sight’s wage?

Physics says “real” is down to the view.
We choose what we see…both false & true.

Fuck the other guy before he fucks you.
This defining trait of haggling is true.

But how did it bleed into my romance?
It’s procrastination of taking chance.

I’ve absolute lust for the clout it brings.
Thusly, it’s rare I give in on these things.

Still, I must tweak my approach to coupling.
So, stand my ground; whilst open to juggling?

I posit that life requires us dicker.
Even love bargains for hearts aflicker.

Most nonsensical cognitions stem from a deep refrain;
Like flood waters receding into aquifers of rain.

We still ourselves & meditate; focusing on one thing…
Like letting go of stress or sorrow; thoughts along a string.

Soon & sharply, that thread is twanged by misfires in our mind.
Primordial disordered themes from lizard brain behind.

Something neutral, somewhere dark or image ridiculous;
Irrelevant of nature, interloping synapse thrusts.

It pulls the hum’s harmonics sharp & flat within our piece.
Either, ignore discord…or track the squeak & apply grease.

Djinn’s are great models of irony.
They’re serving it without errancy.

They are sought for what they can offer.
Blind to lessons their stories proffer.

Everybody wants to rub that lamp.
They imagine up; to lord from tramp.

Seekers approach genies circumspect.
Whilst fortune hunters are checked & wrecked.

For, you think you’re due milk & honey?…
Wished for coin; then, buried by money.

Here you come again, shoe two.
Just when I’d stopped feeling blue.

Sometimes, I’m able to dodge.
Even from toes, I dislodge.

But, just as much, I’m squashed flat.
Wipes out third dimension, that.

Then rain comes & fills my cup.
Please don’t clear my grease stain up.

Good comes & I float again.
Next shoe two comes…bite its shin.

If words were currency, I’d be rich.
Though, a wealth of words is still a bitch.

Even as you toil mining them out;
Each debit of hope, credits a doubt.

Faithfully, I, arrange them each day.
Ordered intently with truth to say.

Many insightful messages shared.
My profit’s relief & few have cared.

I get what I need from creation.
Still, I’d not snub remuneration.

You are the moth that attracts the flame.
For adventures you are always game.

You’ve lived a handful of lives by now.
You have drunk the milk & bought the cow.

You have not taken many main ways.
You veer to yeas & avoid the nays.

You’re not the piper; you are the pipe.
You have nurtured fruits & sunned them ripe.

You have founded dreams with trusty stone.
You are the maiden, mother & crone.

We are all of us captives to our mind.
Yes, every last member of mankind.

All us humans have the same computer.
Yet, most fear using a troubleshooter.

I agree with, “to thine own self be true”.
Still, maybe take a beat when feeling blue.

We all have both dark & light subroutines.
Our tools are neutral; both dirty & clean.

The trick of sailing is how you do it.
Give clear eyed maintenance to your unit.

The choice is yours for ill or good.
Will you show face or don a hood?

Each day you wake unto our world.
All of its options wait unfurled.

Will you stay in your bed by choice?
Or, choose to give the day your voice?

Would your legend live…giving up?
Or, would you leave us much to sup?

Even villains can say they tried.
Shake off your rust & live this ride.

We’ve got it all; yet, something’s missing.
Our gears grind more; instead of kissing.

Is it just a task for maintenance?
Or, does it require our countenance?

We must confer with all voiced dissent.
Actively listen with calm intent.

Our common ground is easy to find.
Just share the top ten things on your mind.

If there’s only agreement on one…
It’s still shared earth & you both have won.