too frankly kind…

too frankly kind
but soft without fault
intention followed through
unpolished genuine
caring effort
holding presence
enwrapped
involved
runneth over
patience
interest
so real
jarringly real
but subtly distinct
so withheld
for one’s own good
“life is in the waiting” (ts eliot)
shades of life
of kindness to somehow
less-than-strangers.

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one more day, closed ambiently…

one more day
closed ambiently
stagnantly
summer
covered over
fallen below
the sound of green stillness
smells a certain way
held on
gathered up
and sustained
as self
i hold health
but know not forever
waiting or denying
just holding
patience
for hope
and a feeling
ever-deepening
of conscience,
reconciliation,
and waiting
for an army of myself
outside
or a single beautiful bride
within or without.

no reasons, no not reasons

Frustrated,
No reasons,
No not reasons,
Restraint,
No reason
No not reason
Cold, dry
Dehydrated eyes,
Want, want what?
No reason
No not reason.
What a predicament.
How will it end?
Why has it come?
“Self” worry
Seems healthy.
No reason
No not reason.
Is touch compassionate
Or lustful?
Is touch helpful
Or seeking?
Lust is a bad habit.
Compassion is a by-product
Of the Ocean.
Giving oneself, quietude,
Rest tender gentleness, listening.
Nothing left to desire,
Nothing lacking.
You believe in fantastic romance.
I believe in patience, quietude,
And irrational joy.