Soul Human

<If soul dogs are real,

Then so too is a dog’s soul human.>

You are partners.

You trade off who leads,

Because your strengths are complementary.

You trust each other.

You accept imperfection,

Because you have faith in each other’s intent.

You feel safe together.

You respect each other’s limits,

Because you understand each other’s needs.

You feel secure apart.

You know distance is not defining,

Because your devotion works to meet in the middle.

<If there are such things as soul dogs,

Then soul humans must exist too,

And I have a soul Human.>

Animal Instinct

Maybe it’s a sixth sense,

Or

Perhaps it’s intelligence.

Whatever its source,

I just knew.

No explanation.

I just saw something,

Felt something right.

Supposedly dogs can

Smell fear,

But I think strength too.

Times

How many times do we check on time?

How much time will it take?

What time is the right time?

Where does time go?

Time waits for no one.

Rather

Time moves around us.

We swim through it,

And

We forget where we are.

We arrive late where

We thought we ought to go,

Because we were

Timely for where we ought to be.

What hurts more:

The fresh wound

Or

The forgotten scar?

Where do we go

When time takes over our being?

Do we fall into a loop

Like the analog clock?

Or

Do we drift through a sea

As if in an abyss of timeliness?

Or

Do we hover and cling

Frozen to a familiar timezone?

Or

Do we hop, skip, and leap

Across timelines finally free of countdowns?

Che tavola

Non ho mai l'esperienza di una tavola così.

Abbiamo avuto cazzi e mazzi sulle nostre mani,

Dai.

E poi sono stato cazzi amari...

Una situazione del cazzo...

Però, chissà come,

Tutto a posto

Purché siamo stat* insieme.

Ma che cazzo facciamo?

Lavorare insieme a cazzo duro.

Cioè

Abbiamo attaccato al cazzo.

Grazie per un posto alla tavola.

Lo godermi.

Plastic

 The brain is a funny thing.

Supposedly,

Is only takes three days

To normalize and acclimate.

I guess that assumes

The user wishes to change.

Resistance goes a long way.

Still,

Testing plasticity is

Part of the fun.

Perhaps even most of it.

Significato senza parole

 Sai come parlare senza parole?

Non è silenzio, anzi

Funziona come una propria lingua.

Il linguaggio del corpo.

Ringhi, sbuffi, rimrombi.

Significano tutto.

Sai come capire senza parlole.

Un ringhio, un sbuffo, un rimbombo.

Il rumore ti significa qualcosa.

Per quella verità,

Sono grat* a Lei.

Soul(s)

 If you conjure it enough times,

You'll begin to notice a second heartbeat,

A new form.

Report Types

Let’s play with some archetypes,

Shall we?

If they each came from one imagination,

Does that make every one

A part of that psyche?

Color with Pride

I love watching you color in your pages.

The way you determine where to place each tone,

The mix of considered strokes and impulsive slips,

The willingness to both sketch and color the book.

I watch with anticipation.

I try to predict where the lines and colors will fall.

I don’t always predict right,

But I have a decent enough track record.

You show me where you want to go,

So I watch and wait and

Try to give you steps forward.

The path is yours to travel,

And I’m grateful to join in,

Grateful to know what it means

To feel pride for others.

Mistress

What's in a name?

Some would have you think "nothing",

But I say otherwise.

It's all in the name.

Don't deny it.

But

What's in the name to 

You?

Is it the one that exists to meet you

Where you are?

The one that you know

You could live without?

The one whose time

You feel is disposable?

Or

Is it one that commands

The utmost respect?

The one that you know

Will demand your best?

The one who you understand

Will hold you to your place?

Hear me when I say

You best be aware of the ones who will

Snap you back into place

Without a second thought

To your pride.

So,

What's in the name

To you?

Risk, Reward, Recovery

<What are you willing to lose in order to gain?>

What’s the nature of the toll?

<Name your price.>

Magnetic North

If I close my eyes,

It’s as if I’m spinning.

I’ve no sense where north is.

I could fall out right here,

But something keeps me upright.

Maybe it’s centrifugal force…

Whatever the case

It’s my senses that keep me planted

In the moment

Like a magnetized pull.

Temperance

 I thought I was helping you,

But I was also hurting myself.

It's not your fault that I chose to go out.

I had to sink before I could swim again,

And the other side is like a first breath.

What am I forgetting?

I don't know anymore.

But I feel that my hands are empty

when it should not be so.

I'll have to gather the forgotten pieces later.

What do we do when

No one is in control?

How many times can we start over

before judgment day?

Will a spark burn down our progress,

Or 

Can we endure long enough to see the roots flourish.

Ci piacerebbe

Ci piacerebbe.

…dove andremo?

…dove ci troveremo?

Sei figo. Sapevi?

In fatti è la verità.

Mi sente come se stessimo percorrendo

Senza la mappa,

Però

Non importa finché

Impariamo insieme dove andremo.

Scales, Stingers, Stripes

Let’s play a game.

You poke me,

And I’ll swing at you.

Let’s test our wits.

I’ll follow your instructions,

But you’ll have to predict the loopholes.

It’s all fun in balance.

Can a scorpion resist using its stinger?

Can a tiger change its stripes?

I doubt it.