Updated: Aug 6, 2019
I make a lot of mistakes
I think of them like
trips and stumbles
Like a slang
on the go
It's part of my style
patched knees
I make a ton of mistakes
sue me
I've got characters
out of wack
gomen'nasai
I'll always be working on it
that's a guarantee
all about the I's and T's
But for me
my mind
travels too fast to spot them
though somehow I always take out my enemies
Road Runner
I'm glad for my mistakes
always moving up
always progressing
perfection is a myth
I love how slow it takes
to unwrap this gift
Unwrapping it day by day
moment by moment
second by second
I love to go slow
but often I just want
to tear in with my mania
My mind's made up though
this life is worth more than
instant gratification
slow and steady
"They stumble who run fast"
So I take a corner
and try not rip and wreck
the tissue paper
The gift has been packaged
by mum
by dad (so that's why there are so many map layers)
by family
by friends
by society
by government
Strange
they all want to give me a gift
Even more strange
they would all work together
I may never get to the
innermost layer
but maybe,
maybe I don't want to
Right now the gift is everything
and anything
I like it that way
Updated: Aug 7, 2019
The Raven
has been kind to me,
showing me love,
the love of a human-shy
creature.
I am so lucky,
so lucky
beyond
all feasible reason.
To be in the wild
with raven
to listen to his song
is to hear truth.
A dialect of his own,
a code of love, play and wisdom.
Raven relays the messages
from the otherside.
Raven shows light
from his blue-black feathers.
But Raven is not only a messenger
Raven has a mind of his own.
Congress of unkindness
They're at it together
mobbing 'round town
unbound
from
authority.