It's simplistic. That's what I think it always should be. There should never be any talk of snowflakes falling into your eyes creating tears that are just fake. There shouldn't be anything like diarrhea of the mouth, because shit doesn't taste good, and people don't like to eat it either.
Say what you mean to say by buttering your bread with actual butter. If I wanted to infuse calcium or vitamins into my butter, then I would just walk outside to feel the sun on my face or drink a glass of milk.
Say what you mean to say by using your head. If I wanted to scream at you or punch a wall or knock somebody out or cheat on you to get back at you
A woman films swans swimming serenely on the lake.
Her camera doesn't see the kicking feet beneath the surface;
nobody sees the force the dignified creature puts in to every stroke
of its huge webbed feet, propelling it across the water
in a way that seems so effortless, to the casual observer.
But while we see a gentle, carefree meander across a lake
the swan knows pain. The swan knows the battle of endeavour,
the power it must exert in order to fulfil its journey.
The swan knows struggle, it knows how to push itself
to painful limits and beyond in order to achieve its goal.
All the watcher sees is a swan gently swimming across the water.
Silence.
But not as you know it.
There is no electronic ping,
Nor roar of an engine.
Or the stomping of feet.
There is only a chatter of the wood,
Of leaves speaking with the wind.
There! Off in the distant! Birds!
Their chips so far off to the ear,
Yet so close to the mind.
Here and there a little rustle of the brush
Maybe a little rodent, scurrying away from-
Crunch! Crunch!
Maybe the silence is not so absolute.
There a person walks-
Crunch! Crunch!
Through the wood, snapping twigs and crushing leaves.
But still there is silence.
For there they wait, listening to those birds,
They see them in their minds eye,
So close and yet so far away.
T
the moon refuses to move back home.
feeling empty nested,
calling to her distant child
in short, sentimental tides--
platitudes from such distance--
ocean cannot see
beyond the phases.