SethSalas

She would be the hummingbird Timid flinches never still In the warm dewed morning after storms come crashed Soley attended to the nectar of the fruit The odd birds are chirped And the rabbits hopped Whilst the whistling bees Fly throughout the green garden bay The wan equanimlit sky Dropped the last drop in night, stays cocked The freeze tagged rabbits gregarious skilled static Share the roots that they copped She would be the hummingbird Curious bolts in the vicinity Never daring to be touched Humming and thumbing her way through the plumped air With horizon trimmed eyes Complex in the repetitious harmonic beat Her flower pot panel stands still quoted Beware of Love

Hearing hollowing hymns He holds heavens hour Had he’d hollar Humans hearts harden When we wonder what’s whistling Willing without woe Warm words wrap who’s whimpering Shapelessly shearing shamelessness Shaparoning sheep Shytans shucking shrills Sounds Damned dying devils Discarded dancing down deep Dios demands defeat Fighting for futures Fighting false fathers Faceless fortitude for followers

Spoken Word Poetry

Placing my hands upon life Inching in hourglass times My shine rectifies so I can breath The glib Sisyphus actions Seduced backed by mirages Keeps my heart pumping with lack of truth The macabre folklore Brings my people the bellicosity For us to thrive Be told truth or lie The seductive phantasmagoria Offers chutzpah Grim mundane tunnels we see Hiding what cannot be stripped We return back to our sanction shells In every moment in time We are found in hideaways We conjure up the most in ourselves

I was so close to them But hated them and guarded that idea All I saw were squares But I took a step back saw a box I always felt like there was more But everytime I try to peak i’d get got Took some more steps back and my whole world was lost Dear squares Sorry for presuming your words to be inuendos or malice Can’t tell if your sending subliminals or being mockish That’s where the frustration comes in Words are a plain like a square But then you add the real meaning And you get a box That’s where the metaphor ends Because I don’t know another dimension But now we have this box with Just frustration and tension I can describe to you my world And show you why I’m hectic But your eyes are in gaze still You don’t realize these boxes needs protecting I’ll always be the first one to trust I only took those steps back to find a friend The tears might make this box rust And the tension make this box bend But I forgive you and I love you And as I bring you closer That box becomes a square again And I can find my closure

He’s sitting sideways in the window Looking outwards to the city He’s rhythmic and bouncing in his movements As if the world is willing while speaking to world he draws the line and the tone changed he didn’t know this was an argument While being cladless and careless He was unprepared for a viewing of himself A 360 Photo Booth circling his every chisel He was the performer And the write The maker of his dreams He knew exactly what he needed to critique While the Earth stands still Plastered in the thick air Only he knows how to cut through it like a blade He stands up to both feet Leans over as child looking into a pond Stirring up the mud with plans that are oblique His center of gravity crosses the line He’s now on the balls of his feet Painting and recreate what the world would have wanted to see Although they will only ever see the mist He dances on the event horizon He becomes well equipped Letting go of mendacious creations AKA the social jip And focusing on the incumbent artwork That allows him live

This time I picked a bigger lover I picked a pretty flower someone’s daughter Someone’s heir My first true love Her mother really like me But her father was aware That I picked another partner Picked her in checkout line And asked her for her snap Then went back to my first love Picked pieces and put them back Please don’t think I picked her over you I picked to be alone But she was there when I collapsed But I missed you and I knew your heart could be sewn So I’m picking all the pieces and making sure you’re intact I’m picking to sound stupid Because I picked a mistake Now I'm picking to leave again Because I picked some ego on the way Im picking to come back So you better pick to leave But I know you don’t know how to So I’m free to pick what I fiend Listen you need to leave Because if I can’t pick my own dopamine I’ll bend through the morals of love Love has two parts The spiritual and the animalistic And it seems like my love has devolved To lower level that’s insufficient Never made a choices Never studied the options Just picking easy ways to fill my mind to make it blank Picking blank is best way to get away Picking ways to hide the shame Of Picking pleasure every time I get the chance If this was a children's book then I would pick bigger plans But this is reality I’m picking what I can grasp in my hand