three may keep a secret if two of them are dead
if you have something real to say to this world,
something else will come along to fill up all
the available time; truth is the one thing
not allowed down here
the self is a repository that has been
collecting things since the first man
had the first thought, and if you don't
believe this, the primal fear of deadly snakes
still remains very much awake
in our dreams to this day as a warning
of imminent danger
your thoughts get strung out
from place to place
when you travel, and others
can read them like signposts
along the highway
i can feel you arriving before
I know you are traveling this way,
and the dying can be felt leaving their
bodies before they realize it
themselves; departures and
journeys are not what they seem
down here
loud music frightens in the presence
of others; the loudness will unveil
fragility and capability they did not
know you possessed
because I can be so deadly
at the heart of me, I must pretend
to the innocence of a child
or risk execution
pretend? i know you the real you
Provocative, innovative and affecting...poetry with a delicious edge. :)
You walk a strange and lovely universe, Patti... is the sky purple there like it is in mine? I love it... :)
napoleon bonaparte used to say that when two people know a secret it is no longer a secret :) and your title reminded me of that...