Poems from the past

Here are a few poems previously posted on my now deleted blog "Spastic Movement." I'll be posting some old material and possibly revisit some of the ideas I discussed. It's been weird going back and rereading some of these things!

Solitaire

I play this game of solitaire

Blacks and reds overlapping, flipped and matched mismatchings

Four suits to my deck, full suits and buttoned necks

Pinstriped to fit right, lined and contrite

I play my games out of spite alone and contempt

Kill time and fast forward to nowhere

Motivation to go somewhere, pathless, hapless, and unaware

These roads might move me there

My roads should take me there

My roads should be beaten bare

Yet my roads are untaken, my methods unmistakable but my mistakes evidently take time to be made

Unphased by the blazered masses of jaded spades

Unmoved by the exquisitely exclusive diamond cut crew

Indifferent to the executive dubbed clubs

Apathetic to sparks from the seller of hearts

I play my game while the lifeless march blindly

These suits they try to blind me, undeniably the kind that prefers to confine me

Imprisoned in a multi-sided prism, a catalyst, cataclysmic to a vision

I play my game and make way for a wave of lethargic insanity

My vanity paves the way for a catastrophe

And can it be, these suits can play themselves uncannily

Swollen with a dense fog of repressed regret

Left unchecked it leaves room for a looming threat

Match my suits and move on, plan my moves and do wrong

I play solitaire and yet the rest play along

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Among giants little voices lay waiting to scream their desires into the heavens.

Their urges come in leaps and bounds but sadly their voices whisper softly into the night like crickets do.

And for their worry comes no reward but worrying rewards the worry.

While giants steep in stature evoke the worrier to continue worrying.

Give way to little voices as they climb to reach a hill top.

And high above their hills may they find courage for conviction.

With looser tongues and broader minds their voices shall be discovered.

Among giants little voices scream and are heard as little giants.

Unsettled night

The night so swiftly overtakes an underwhelming looming

To feed the shadows preconceived with notions fully blooming

It damns to hell the knowing tell of contrary acts of wooing

To stay a spell at once compelled to satiate pursuing

Who goes by light is sure to sight the nightly night’s undoing

By show of fire bright, despite its aptly sport of dooming

Who cares to tempt the dark unkempt blackness all consuming?

Those of worry spent by taming costly light’s illuming

By chance

Away you seek to find the misery that follows the moon

Behind you the fair sun trails your heal

By chance you may feel the heat of hope

By chance you may see light bathe your path

By chance you may stop to greet the light

By chance the moon may turn to receive the glow of the sun

But, by chance you choose to chase what chases the moon