all the times you faked
all the times you pretended to reciprocate
everything i didnt really want
but it comes through anyway
holding onto a faux flower
plastic
thats what i have done since genesis
pretending the reality could be designed
by words and labels and stories
but my affinity for language has never
helped
my situation in the now
has never pushed anyone to
bow
bend
accept
trust anything unknown
all the real stars in my
sky
have never been more than
my passions
drowning in temerity
from the opposite pole.
so what? you say
they change with time
change with rings
with moons.
And know its
OK
nothing is as it seems
when only you, to you, are
REAL
the only genuine grain
it seems
But look through the
hourglass
to see that you
are not less but CERTAINLY
not more than just
a name
5 comments:
nice
thank you, sir
if i may ask, what does your new name mean? i'm too lazy to try to look it up.
rm
In Shakepeare's A Winters Tale, Polixenes, the king of bohemia, had a son, Florizel. Florizel was rebellious of his controlling father, who WAS controlling, but thought he knew best for his son. So i gave myself the name to symbolize the transitory stage that is the twenties. I was trying to say I am part rebellious kid with crazy ideas, and part aging man with tendencies to be responsible and reject the passion of youth, but i put the name Florizel first to represent the one i most want to be.
maybe a little overdone
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