I hide my toes in it, close my lids for hours, then stand -
the closest I can get to growing out of the sand
pushed toward the shoreline by the salt-corroded currents:
trans-pacific ambitions, the glint of golden merchants
I stutter-stand, torn between the stasis of comfortable
and the miles of my desires: the sacred and wonderful
places I’ve been chasing, mistakes that I’ve come to know
but haste has been replaced since I’m afraid of the undertow -
the problem is I got more ideas than minutes
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I thought this was cool because topicals/ om's are rarely anything but depressing and dysfunctional. too many. much. it didnt IMPRESS me because you're from Hawaii and if you're not happy there 92% of the time then they strap you to a submersible with lei's and drag u along the 1/4 mile shoreline in front of a Maui resort where you die in a sea of old ppl condoms
but nah this was cool, I liked it. it droned on a little bit in comparison to Thought Auditing pt. 1, tbh I thought that piece was killer. your rhymes in both pieces were/ are stellar, but that one was just slightly more interesting all around. maybe it was just the context of that battle. but I liked your storytelling better in that one as well.
keep keyin
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