Dissolve To Spite Saturation

Dissolve to spite saturation

Kiss to spite sleeping. (Some things are worth the bags under your eyes.)

Sleep to spite grinding.

Dance to spite stagnation,

Recession, and Stasis.

Hold hands to spite her for not loving you.

Cry to spite ignorance, Because this is so real. Don’t Run.

Curse to spite formality

Fuck to spite love

Scream to spite stillness

Speak nothing to spite the noise

Cook to spite insecurity, (you can feed yourself. This is Important.)

Laugh to spite death

Die to spite life

Sing to spite silence

Speak truth to spite bullshit

Sleep to spite the world (cause I am my own rock, especially when I dream)

Dream to spite reality

Smoke to spite rationality

Don’t smoke (stoke sober) to spite anything that ever tried to fool you or slow you.

Howl to spite evolution (there are some things we should never lose.)

Read to spite writing

Make Moves to spite crying

Write to spite them for missing the point

Scratch to spite smoothness (cause I ain’t always soft)

Caress to spite calluses (cause I ain’t always hard)

Camp to spite comfort.

Spit to spite lying

Live to spite dying

Be present to spite The Future

Forget to spite The Past. Let It Go. It will simply be what it was. There is nothing less

Complicated.

Never spite The Present.

And smile with your eyes, they are the most honest things about you. And while I’m Thinking about seeing:

Close your eyes to spite vulnerability.  There are patterns on those closed cave walls. Learn from them. And remember, In the end, Say to yourself:

They are mine. Not Yours.

                                                                        (Sometimes they’re yours)

Be alone to spite the crowds

Be together to spite the darkness

And

Make Love and don’t shower. Soak in it Sticky. (I don’t want to wash you off of me.) Whisper to my hands and hair, tickle my sense of smell and I’ll remember and smile To Spite Axe Deodorant for trying to convince me that Cool Metal is something I ever want to smell like.

I’d rather smell like flushed veins,

warm stains.

I’d rather smell like your hair.

I got poetry in motion to give me my Sense of Smell

I’ll leave the Cold Metal for the robots.

Don’t be a robot.

And Love Despite It All.

Water

We Are Water. Have always been. Getting and giving what gets and grows, will always be.  Taking the shape of what holds us, carving these containers out of wind and rock and of ourselves, shifting shapes and spaces with the tides. Like the ebb and flow of a missed train’s blurred crossings. What I mean by that:
is two trains traveling on the same tracks from the same start to the same spot will, still, never take you to the same place.
Everything is always changing when you are water.
Water has direction
Where you are, and where you’re going, are one in the same.
Water has direction, seamless and

subtle in the way it loves. Harsh in the way it hates. It cant be breathed. It asks you to be active. Be Conscious when you take me in. Ill take your breathe from you if your not. For I am the places you’ve been and the places you’ll be. I am the Loudest Sound, I am the mountains and where it all starts. I am the canyons and where it all ends. I am what you follow home. I am what is safe and what is strong. I can massage and caress but I kill to fill chests,  I am the grass and the trees. I am what Unbowed breathes. But do not ask me about gravity when I become clouds. Ask me instead when it rains.

Isn’t craved indoors, but always, When crawling on the floor.
Because if You are conscious, Water Say, I will give you of myself. Bring me up, Drink me in, and There will be nothing but where we are and where we are going. Never forgetting where we began. Knowing that water always returns to its ocean. But, must first be the clouds to know what it means to float, and then be the rain to know what to say, When they inevitably ask about gravity.

Love Love Love