random thoughts in beautiful knots
I found myself
the moment I found you
and I am petrified
that if you stop
seeing something
beautiful in me
then I’ll stop
seeing it
too.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
♥
Some brave souls
choose to wear
their hearts
on their
sleeves,
but I,
brave or stupid
or perhaps
both,
have chosen instead
to wear mine
on yours.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
There is something
we all forget
that only time
and the perfect
magnification
of hindsight
can replant in our
memories:
We are all
so much
stronger than
the things
we have
endured.
We must never
give
up.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
I was born in the congo
I walked to the fertile crescent and built
the sphinx
I designed a pyramid so tough that a star
that only glows every one hundred years falls
into the center giving divine perfect light
I am bad
I sat on the throne
drinking nectar with allah
I got hot and sent an ice age to europe
to cool my thirst
My oldest daughter is nefertiti
the tears from my birth pains
created the nile
I am a beautiful woman
I gazed on the forest and burned
out the sahara desert
with a packet of goat’s meat
and a change of clothes
I crossed it in two hours
I am a gazelle so swift
so swift you can’t catch me
For a birthday present when he was three
I gave my son hannibal an elephant
He gave me rome for mother’s day
My strength flows ever on
My son noah built new/ark and
I stood proudly at the helm
as we sailed on a soft summer day
I turned myself into myself and was
jesus
men intone my loving name
All praises All praises
I am the one who would save
I sowed diamonds in my back yard
My bowels deliver uranium
the filings from my fingernails are
semi-precious jewels
On a trip north
I caught a cold and blew
My nose giving oil to the arab world
I am so hip even my errors are correct
I sailed west to reach east and had to round off
the earth as I went
The hair from my head thinned and gold was laid
across three continents
I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal
I cannot be comprehended except by my permission
I mean…I…can fly
like a bird in the sky…
Do you know
how often
I
speak to you
when you are not
here?
How often
I
mouth words and phrases
to the space
you
should be
filling?
-Tyler Knott Gregson-