Monday Potes* – Sad/Beautiful

*Potes is my personal slang term for poetry. As in, “Yeah, I got my potes on me.” What has always fascinated me about the sad facets of life (i.e. death of a loved one), is how beauty is the other side of the same coin. I find I am constantly looking into that beautiful sadness. sad/beautiful there is a hole and as the tale goes an infinite being with arms like the aftermath of a bomb so fearless it ceases the heart      so certain it cauterizes the wound of containment our little selves children of a wiser source enchanting explosions on the sun when the moon turned red we knew we knew the sudden vast center expanded    dropping messages our own tales told back to us through the machines we ride motion is the only way to defeat the sad beautiful...