Be you from now on.

Its not enough to say something and claim it.
You must go beyond the normal, beyond all before it.
That is what makes it yours, not for ownership.
Only you may know that it is yours, a creation.
Finding that place to find things is within yourself.
It will not look familiar, never being seen in past.
The smooth way you slip into your place will confirm.
Fingers first, it will find your form and fit you.
Tailored by the world beyond this world of ours.
You will see, you will know without seeing.
Just lean into it, push yourself over the fear.
Frighten yourself, love yourself, just let yourself.
It will come to you as you go to it, move fast.
Wrapping you, comforting your entirety, slow.
Nothing before will make sense, it will be everything.
Do not fret, do not turn, just go ahead.


© Jeph Rants

Stiffened

What do you feel when you are statued in a moment that will not open up?
Stone footed and carved into a shape that you want to change for the better.
A plaza that the people walk by and admire while ignoring the pedestal.
No time for the words scribbled that tell of your story, you are only object.
Lips that will not give up secrets and eyes that seem stuck in happiness.
What vision will you set your sights on, mine will be the blue or dark sky.
Chiseled choices holding me tight like I would like from more than pigeons.
The marble look shines and shows reflection in polish and the pores sealed.
That correct, the form they see, the shape you have taken, or been given.
Do you make that choice or does just one who controlled you in your path.
Rough, are you cut from the mountains or plucked from a piece broken off?

© Jeph Rants

Comber

Wrapped and yet wrangled we go, don't we.
Passion for having it all and whatever that means.
We go and go until we go for good.
How do you not see the me they all see.
I will never know as I go and go.
Pushing myself to push you onto me.
The want of the world or at least those in it.
I get lost in the worry of why.
You remember me when I forget myself.
Seeing me for more than the scene of me.
Hearing what we have pass our ear.
Forgetting to listen close to the cool breeze.
Never for ever do we want to need anything.
Push away the day to hope for another.
Rolling like tides we go and go.
Until we find the shore of an ending.
Then we settle and sink into the sands of time.


© Jeph Rants

Controlled spin

Life of any kind is unique in the way that the life came to be,
how it wound up and spun such a way to be exact in how it is.
No fashion of perspective to understand other than faith of how,
things obscure create something that ultimately can fathom it.
Rings of age and ancestry explain little upon layers but we dig,
further and deeper into something only seen from distance.
Person-hood or being-ism cannot explain the how it all starts,
beyond formation of the physical there is the matter beyond it.
It is a power within an energy that connects and binds everything,
you are what you feel without the physical body and that is control.
No end or beginning to the force of electricity that forms to move,
the dirt beneath our feet moves or our own thoughts as profound.

© Jeph Rants