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fide et fortitudine
Untouched.
Loyalty stands her ground
And steadfast, does not move.
Held, forasmuch to hold.
Charming begets charmed.
Disarming begets disarmed.
Unconditional.
Prismic and refractory
The tenets of this virtue.
Held, forasmuch to hold.
Bound, continues binding.
Blind, continues blinding.
Unyielding.
Divests itself of reason
And revels in totality.
Held, forasmuch to hold.
Fidelity.
And fortitude.
2009
Spell Well
Suited to a “t”
All that suits you
Perpendicular or dissecting?
Your choice is yours alone.
An alphabet stands idly by –
Waiting are its rounded symbols.
Curves that do not fit
Into angles that you've created.
Placed side-by-side
In stark contrast –
Demonstrably dissimilar.
How come that seems to work?
Playing by your rules
Unable to spell it out.
Everything
Unthinkable, unimaginable.
Why am I returning
To the same thought
Over and over?
When its likelihood is so –
Remote.
Is my wanting something
Enough?
Enough to make that something
Become everything?
For that is what it would become –
Everything.
Unthinkable, unimaginable.
An unbearable waiting period.
Waiting for my need to
Outpace my fear.
My fear of losing something -
Or losing everything.
My wanting something
Is enough.
I can let something
Become everything.
Thinkable and imaginable.
Everything.
Winter Solstice
I.
An abrupt correction
To my most recent rejection
Which presents no danger
As a true game changer
An assumption made by me
That I'm not all I'd hoped to be
Is unequivocally erroneous
Your manipulation is felonious
Important to recognize my unimportance
Become circumspect to my circumstance
I am not a satellite, I am not a shoe
Limited to circle and shore
Much more there is I do
I am not a chronicler, tho' I am a scribe
Any more of your history
I will not survive
II.
You are an asshole
Plain and simple
A portal to shed waste
Controlled by a sphincter
A little touch of color
“Renegade Red” by Estee Lauder
On pursed lips
Of the gatekeeper
Doling out bio-hazardous by-product
Everything that comes
Out of your mouth
Once began as the Truth
Truth starting,
Wound its way
Thru and thru
The bowels
Of your education
Of your background
Your wit and humor
Of your good looks
Of your experience
Your uncanny ability
To consume.
III.
We have a spark, dear Sparky
In the dark, dear Sparky
I am damned with all we do
And when we do, I do with you
IV.
Winter solstice
And you chose
To walk without a word
The sun will shine
A few more moments
Like the day
I am heading in the opposite direction
A lighted aspect becomes larger
Is it a sign to EXIT?
A blocked egress –
An arrow point to ENTER?
That would be the long and short of it.
Perennial
Get those roots down
Unless they are firmly planted
Then you will never be sure
If you're coming back for another season
Check that soil
Rocky, sandy, coarse or loose
Do you know the pH?
Is the environment hospitable enough for you to grow?
Know the light
Are you full sun or full shade?
Perhaps, some in-between luminosity
A requirement that drives your processes
Get those roots down
Anchor yourself
To something worthy of holding fast
To something that promotes your augmentation
To something that brightens your experience
That's what it is to be perennial.