The Text (and The Subtext) by flot

The Text (and The Subtext)

The text got caught

Glancing at the subtext

Feeling self referential and

Not the slightest bit deferred

The numbers colored the picture purple and

When a pair of paragraphs

Made a couple pie charts

The dessert was just and deserving

Of a polite payback or

Several fine flavors of favors

Everything delivered in a kitchen sink or

How could I be more succinct

Wrapping up the case and

The leftover taste

Complaints will be tossed away

Constraints only hold the fallow fields and

The rest will grow

Regardless of the storms and drains and

The worms in the gutters

The next trance is trancing

As the new next keeps dancing

All night

Halfway into the day

Self assured completely paid off

I can see the rhythm

From across the room

Escaping the speaker’s constraints

Charting off course

A bunch of tramps and ampersands

Traipsing across the sand

Trading relief for kindness

One deed at a time

Adding up to the kind

Of sign that symbolizes

A direction

A weather vane or

A guess of heads or tails

The coin is flipping through the air

Call it before it lands

The music plays either way

Major notes or minors

Whatever notes will get us through

Another moment

Another breath

Another song

Another gone and went

Send me a sign!

Please send me a sign!

flot

5.19.2012

Set Free From the Thicket


by Sam Flot 2012

Escalating up the luminescent levels

Singling in on the only takeaway

Out of all the left behind misfits

Tangled or set free from the thicket

Dropped in the sunshine

Ready to be the one that shines

Because how can you go through so much and

Not be ready to throw down

When the circle of the spotlight steers itself your way

Surrounding your very presence in the present

How can you let this moment pass?

How can the elements

Provide the perfect backdrop to your rebirth?

How can the earth smile? 

How can the sky paint itself

To signify your importance

In the universal moment

We all raise our consciousness

To appealing new levels of interwoven purposes and

All paths leading to the same precipice

To the same understandings

Along the way and

How can this all come together

As we contain the same understanding and

Wisdom of the ages

Instantly knowledge is dropped

Like a million billion particles of dharma coconuts

Giving in to gravity

Dropping off the tree

Gracing us with it’s fruit and juice and

The bruise on the head is to remind us

We should never forget the wisdom we receive

When we give everything we have

Every single time

No questions asked

No answers given for free

6.2.12

sf

CFR