I Am My Home

I touch the first page as I wait.
Thus I am not waiting or weighted by anticipation.
I am thrall no more.
I can call but don’t.
I could fall but won’t.
I’m turning and spinning…
spiraling and winning…
dialed in to thrilling…
No marbles spilling…
My toys are electronic and musical.
My ploys are exceptions to protocols,
and administered to self to keep me in check.
What’s next?
I don’t stress the exit— I’ll catch the next pitch…
Strike or not… Ball ‘til I fall… out.
Walk ‘til there’s no spatial baseness between me and home.
I observe the shadow of a cloud on a mountainside…
Moving like notes across scales… tight tones.
Verdant meadow with no Gapeto…
I am my home.

Daiikiru Maximillion

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In between themes…
Starting fresh pre-completion of prior…
I turn my mind loose on the leaf,
taking steps… edging towards the fire.
Closer… closer… Nearer my log to thee…
Documented deals…
Deoxy-ribonucleic acidity…
Tested; tried… Found true.
Bested by one’s own tools… of trade…
Finding self jaded…
These jewels that are played with…
take serious and change shit.
Mastermind my matrix.
Lead yourself, insistent and plaintive
pleas from the ethers that leak into creatures
bidding them be creators…
I mold art and circumstance.
I wield what seems happenstance…
the synchronicities between which I dance
like witches between rain drops.
A dousing means dissolving.
So, I step lively.
Rod at the ready…

Errol Percival Jr. (Daiikiru Maximillion)

Weightless

Pages between pieces…
Words between lines on leaflets…
Silence between chimes as the wind rests…
The waves don’t quit.
The wind and water commit to symphony
as I commit to memory making no mockery.
Take a hammer to hurdles.
I meticulously demolish and dismantle.
I won’t hold you back or urge you.
My energy is entwined balance.
I watch fathers make examples.
I vacate spaces not meant for me and move…
I move under the impetus of intuition’s behest,
leaving impressions that I am bereft.
Celebrants check and I am blank.
There is nothing… Nothing is left.
Nothing is missed—
I’ve seen what’s amiss.
I still won’t betray it.
I gracefully bow out.
There is more… gratefulness… without a doubt.
My rightful place awaits.
No cobwebs gather.
I waits not in vain.
Errol Percival Jr.(Daiikiru Maximillion)