There is one love
One love that flourishes
Over all of us over
& over in rain &
Light shade sun
Snow chill night
Air and still water
Of great depth this one
Love we’ve all always had
Always will have, a light
Impossible to put out.
There is one love
One love that flourishes
Over all of us over
& over in rain &
Light shade sun
Snow chill night
Air and still water
Of great depth this one
Love we’ve all always had
Always will have, a light
Impossible to put out.
Have robbed me of me
I am my best self
Yet no where near
Wrote reality
Of none tonight
Leave
Leave
No worries
Fascinating disparity
Laughter? joy? Just
Explain the pain of
A back turned new
You can’t be yourself
My good god
Ran away
To shout one wants empathy at
another and expect empathy.
Akin to one offering help
then holding their help
against you.
Frequent flyer, miles got my demons playing catch-up Pride matching my get-up
I spend it better than most. A lion doesn’t leave the jungle by choice. And when it was time to speak up, you were losing your voice Proving your noise only came from empty barrels
Annoys me, if I'm honest. So many did it for clout until they got it. Can we be honest? Really be honest? When the court of public opinion keeps people fearin' their judgement
What's really keeping you from it? Really keeping you from it? You speak, you say you want it for real. Then why you running for real?
You say you’re stressed, man, I was stressed too
You say you’re next, man, I was next too. I know the roads that you said yes to. Deep in depression, I was dead too. I can't go back
Feeling like I wanna die. Feeling like I'll never fly
Can I touch the sky? Clockin' in clockin' out. Now they see me I'm a topic now
I might drop another. start another drought
Wonder why they never see me, I was never around I was working, I was working doing over-time. Too busy thinking. Too busy feeling like I can’t get nothing right. I lost friends, I lost pride, I lost money, I lost hope. All my bills on the table, I see pain in our people, I know we might see some more. I’ve seen family turn to foes
I saw brothers on a high turn to fiends on the floor. Take my soul in the war, take my scars, let them show. If this is it, then let them know
I can't go back to Feeling like I wanna die Feeling like I'll never fly. I’ll touch the sky.
Home for nobody
I guess that, this.
Must be a place,
Place where to
Wander, must
Move, mostly
Homeward.
Until I never
Die so long
As I move
O thy delicate dance of strangers at a bus stop at five fourteen am amidst trampled snow sings of us, the baffled faces of those whom haven’t seen us in love must wonder why my grin extends the night air
I’ve been lost
Yup you’ve beat
Me my mind,
Bested me
Not yet ready I
Assumed goodbye
While all said hello
My mind laughed
Through filter
Saying
It is the worst.
It is the worst.
Further, that my
Mind said I am
Intricate and
I can say it all
At Once
With certain
Surrender of
Worst case
Scenarios
Lapse of facts retract then attack
Filling worth, willingly only, will push
Us, seize us, step in the way when
We were on the wrong side street
Breaking silence meticulously
Stammering quickly, perfectly
Summer Winter Fall Spring
Believe us when we are us
Including you and those
Around you. Immediate
Sense made and made
To move forward from
What else except the
Immovable movers
Essence of force
I’ve sat among the highest pontificating
And the most maddened underbelly
I’ve seen red and blue lights
Telling my soul to run run run
To tell another day of my past
Ways gone wrong to learn to
Cope through inspirational
Posters truths profound
I’ve set sail on the sea
Of cheese seeing
Belief as a given
In a society where nothing else is
Given a given to sell high and buy
Low blue blue electric blue that’s
The color of my room where I will
Live
Grieve
Give
That’s my love. Left in the psych ward designated smoking area:
I will wait. I will wait for you, unknown psych ward patient, patiently. I know you. Know one does. Yet you’ve my mother heart. Her whole incomplete: my never know rapture, night laughter amidst screaming, leaving with no option outside unless under an overpass unknown placated philistinism surmounted, yet not much else:
I sing for you, psych ward patient, amidst chaos whom has found a broken love worth mending, beyond my abilities, beyond my worth, beyond, beyond Beyond! Screaming in the night amidst laughter you know unknown truest soldier, the psych ward smoker whom has found a love static, I only hope you’ve found it in rare symbolic movement for the good none of us know, your private fix it up.
The eight definitions of the word drift, listed in Merriam Websters, almost serendipitously describe Justin Edward Moore’s exhibition ‘Drift’ at At Peace gallery. Three moderately sized epoxy panels assemble flat works from 1991 to 2005. Resembling trilobites encased in prehistoric sap these respective drawings, writings and photographs though joined materially, span disparate media, subject matter and time. A piece of paper affected with the stains of age reads FREE TIMES in all capital letters. Clusters of heavy figures rendered in charcoal recall American Realism of the 1920’s and 30’s. Their meticulously crafted strong and stonelike bodies are as physical and permanent as the adjacent writings are ephemeral and effortless. A calligraphic and biomorphic abstract exercise in the logic of patterns, resembling a block print, rests in compact solitude under a foxing piece of paper, so aged, all that remains legible is its muted mood. An oil pastel drawing Moore made as a child in 1991 pierces through the otherwise tan, black and white palette of the exhibition. It depicts a face grided and split down the middle. This collection, as a work of art, is an open celebration of life that Moore invites us all to. Moore’s real kindness is unmissable, across this vast array of these works, in that his sensitivity is always apparent and even paramount.
Every one a love supreme
A low kick back beat in everyone’s step
A guidance system providing new gods steps
Every one in praise of the reinvention
Of god
Of trinity
Of old
Of young
A rebuilt god
A god of us
A good god
So far as we
Are good.
An orb in no one’s hands slowing down its
Otherwise always spinning, done rehearsing.
Done.
It’s done.
We are forever as an electrical union of perspectives as in an aspen forest and will
Forever splinter and spread until an inverse time equivalent of the atom whereupon a new reversal and contraction of all efforts toward a central static trinity
A solid form:
Two one six.
Kindness
Kindness
Kindness
The ability to turn your back to ANYTHING
In the way of my very self nearing perfection.
The perks of a daily drift upward on an
Embracement of each overlapping now.
Each overlapping disk of now as silica
Upon the fine earth, weathered earth.
That very nature of mailability, of
Responsive flexibility of the pattern
Of the essence of what makes
Clay clay, which man was
Made form from in myth.
What has brought me here? You there?
Whom are you and whom am I?
What was the question?
What was the answer?
To be.
To do.
To Be?
To Do.