[14] What Lies in Between

The numbers were always with me.
The fifth prime in minutes
Past the second square in hours
And you query if I am okay
On this unfortunate day.

I ponder why I am in unrest;
Why do I see things as unluck?

It’s superstition, more or less.
But no matter what reason says,
I am afraid to say
My fears won’t let me be okay.

That accursed number
Has me trapped as ever.
Or does this demon lie deeper?

[13] Unluck

You fear my darkness.
Why, my child?
Is it what is not known?
Prefer you light?
The future is in shadow.
I say it’s best you accept this.

You see strange things
And call them dangerous.
You make such assumptions;
Why do you see this wise?
I promise to you, my child,
I only wish to see you well.

The darkness can wish, too.

[12] Twelve Elements

More.

Two poles

And a bridge.

The numbers drive me

To seek balance in existence,

To seek truth from all perspectives,

To seek the nature of universal cycles.

I’ll leave at dawn to take my route,

For myself, for the world, but also for you.

Someday you’ll see, they’ll see; I want to inspire you.

I want to inspire the world, and share all my love.

These twelve elements keep me centered. I’ll share with you my love.

[11] Eleven

The breath before
The glorious chord,
The second before
The closing of the door,
The calm before
The wind of the storm,
The thunderous roar,
The torrential downpour;
Standing alone,
Feeling incomplete,
Leaving you wanting a little bit—

[10] Ten Pins

They fell out
Of my closet
While I sat
And watched it.
My head spins;
How did they fall?
Four Blue +
Four Yellow +
Two Red =
Ten Pins.

Ten memories.
Or one memory.
Or many memories,
Many stories.
They fell
Now, what was it
Several days ago?
How, I don’t know.
Left untouched
With stories to tell.

I don’t need
To touch them
To recall the stories.
A plastic ball
Brought them down, too.
But more importantly,
The child
And their father.
Not about the games,
But about the who.

[9] Nine

Wasted emptiness,
Drowning in sorrow;
Put back the tasks
Driven past or to tomorrow.
Don’t justify meaning
Or make comnherentisible,
Or make underintelligistandable,
There’s no time to clean these lines
When they’re knotted, infinitely intertwined.

Just conform to a standard.
Don’t ask why.
They’ll read between the lines.

Pull meaning out of nothing.
They’ll see what they want,
And that’s good enough for them.

Just be pretty with your words.
Extravagantly verbose,
Brilliantly grandiose.

You gotta think. Nine.
9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9.
I tried and I tried
With the triad of triads
But I’m tired and I’m tied,
What’s it mean to you anyhow?
It’s not outside the box
If there’s no box at all;
There’s only knots.

[8] Eight is Two and Six

Waking up without your beautiful voice,
But still feeling so in love with you,
Hurts so much when I’m without choice,
Without power to bring us to be two.
Tomorrow I’ll wake with you once again;
In morning’s cold, you’ll warm my heart.
But what lies between’s still what it’s been,
I wonder, how long will we be apart?

[7] Seven Subdivisions in Time

Beams fill up the sky,
and through toxic air they bend,
Bounce off satellites,
and in wires meet their end.
In my sterile box,
filled with polymeric synth,
I control the sculpt;
my machinery’s the plinth.

Waves are in my hands;
ones and zeros on a switch.
Modulating time,
timbre, amplitude and pitch.
From chaotic noise,
to harmonic rhythmic sines,
Through poetic verse,
my collection intertwines.

We are wired in,
just as much as we’re apart.
I am all aware,
we’re connected from the start.
I am broadcasting,
my communications stream.
Feel this system shock,
spread through our collective dream!

[6] Six Days

I didn’t want to go.
I wanted to stay home.
I’ve been trying so hard
But getting nowhere
Trying to make this for you.
Trying to be more than me.

Waking to her beautiful voice,
Feeling so in love with her,
Makes it hurt more
When I have to leave
Even if for an hour
Even if for my health.

Lifting the weights,
It’s a game of numbers.
7 / 3 reps; 16.5 lbs/20 lbs;
4 days stamina + 2 days strength;
It’s also about the pain.
It’s also worth that pain?

Now time to work, right?
Time to get something done?
But I seem to only be
Motivated by tragedy?
Why can’t I make more?
Why can’t I be more than me?

I don’t want to go.
I have to stay home.
I have to be productive.
I have to get somewhere, but…
He offer we take you.
He offers you join our trip.

We’re side by side now,
Watching this crazy world,
Loving this strange culture,
Living as a part of it.
I remember how happy you make me;
I remember why I’m doing this.

[5] Five Veins

reach               for                    the                   light,                 spreading
for                    linear                rays                  of                     warmth,
the                   rays                  provide            your                 energy,
light,                of                     your                 internal            love
spreading         warmth,            energy,             love                  eternal