Introspectively Inspired ¦ 5 of 5 ¦ ...Forgetting me?

One day its about the intensity of essences moment,
the next its about mixed messages made from
uncomfortable energies.
The asthmatic approach to filtering truths
and filleting tales to be captured in the best light
Hastily added with the subplot of stark realities grin
knowing there are more layers to uncover,
we're left Grasping at weathered cliches

So I'm clapping with one hand...
Tapping one foot....
forgetting to remember and remembering to forget

Languishing in the transfixed gaze of memories familiar haze
we recoil from indifference and shroud ourselves prepping for a new phase
Wanting to touch but tempering our banal rights to be just
exploring the difficulties of silent trusts and gilded hurts
Echoing the past present versions of our improved illusions
Skillfully i heed warning signs....
to dismiss them as negations of my affirmations

So I'm clapping with one hand...
Tapping one foot....
forgetting to remember and remembering i mustn't forget

I'm forgetting the me of moments that time stilled
I'm understanding, to remember is subject to perspective
I'm forgetting the me of caustic language
I'm understanding, to remember action's consequence
I'm forgetting the me of obstinate grounding
I'm understanding to remember flexibility's jaunting

So I'm clapping with one hand...
Tapping one foot....
forgetting to remember and remembering i must forget

I'm forgetting to remember and remembering i must not regret
For I am my memories hitch
expressing my solitary dance step
I am understanding the quiet side of abstraction
I am understanding the retrospective me
Forgetting the chided me, knowing i am forgotten
I am for getting to that refined, renewed, reinvigorated me
Only because that is what i understand we need to be

So I'm clapping with one hand...
Tapping one foot...
forgetting to remember and remembering i will not forget
ME


© Seyi Sage Awolesi 102701112010 | ...We often need to inflect to adapt for positivity to take root