Tyler Knott Gregson's Blog, page 69
June 9, 2020
I miss days like this in places like that. I miss the world....
I miss days like this in places like that. I miss the world. Soon we will return, and I hope when we do we learn how to treat this place with so much more kindness. I hope we treat each other with more. (at Edinburgh, United Kingdom)
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June 8, 2020
Typewriter Series #2994 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Fractures from...
Typewriter Series #2994 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Fractures from the fighting
from long before it,
cracks in the veneer of us
how skilled we were as
painters, couldn’t hardly see
the lines.
.
There is a limit to the water
we can hold, a weight
that defined us,
granted trickle to prevent the flood.
.
Enough now, come forth the landslide,
ring out those high bells before they ring out
no more.
.
This could carve out and separate,
this could divide and segregate,
dam walls heaving like lungs choking for air,
like eight minutes forty seven seconds
too long without it.
Those fissures spread,
those splits brought by slave ship
and whip, and I want this country
soaking wet and shivering,
I want what we were submerged.
.
Before the flood, let us swim
to one side together, let us stand
and stare across the deep waters.
Let us link arms and sing out
the song of solidarity, let us wave goodbye
to all those too lost and afraid
to join us.
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-Tyler Knott Gregson- (at Helena, Montana)
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Typewriter Series #2994 by Tyler Knott GregsonFractures from the...
Typewriter Series #2994 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Fractures from the fighting
from long before it,
cracks in the veneer of us
how skilled we were as
painters, couldn’t hardly see
the lines.
There is a limit to the water
we can hold, a weight
that defined us,
granted trickle to prevent the flood.
Enough now, come forth the landslide,
ring out those high bells before they ring out
no more.
This could carve out and separate,
this could divide and segregate,
dam walls heaving like lungs choking for air,
like eight minutes forty seven seconds
too long without it.
Those fissures spread,
those splits brought by slave ship
and whip, and I want this country
soaking wet and shivering,
I want what we were submerged.
Before the flood, let us swim
to one side together, let us stand
and stare across the deep waters.
Let us link arms and sing out
the song of solidarity, let us wave goodbye
to all those too lost and afraid
to join us.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
A storm far away
still rumbles us sitting here.
Sweet...
A storm far away
still rumbles us sitting here.
Sweet apprehension.
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— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (at Helena, Montana)
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"A storm far away
still rumbles us sitting here.
Sweet apprehension."
still rumbles us sitting here.
Sweet apprehension.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
(Early) Summer days. Wear your sunscreen kids, wear your sun...
(Early) Summer days. Wear your sunscreen kids, wear your sun hats, it’s the cool thing to do. Even if you do look like a Baywatch lifeguard over a thousand miles from the sea. (at Helena, Montana)
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June 7, 2020
Typewriter Series #2993 by Tyler Knott GregsonPrivilege is...
Typewriter Series #2993 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Privilege is choice,
choice on what we teach
or if we teach it at all,
privilege is not having to invent rules
to avoid being shot,
not rehearsing arrest scenarios
with seven year olds because
you just never know.
Privilege is choice,
it’s an ice cream cone
Summer night
and the freedom to ask
Are they too young
to hear this?
Privilege is censorship
and the ability
to hide behind it if it
is all too much.
Privilege is choice,
and I know how I will
use mine. I will grow louder
if your voice is drowned out,
I will stand in front of you to protect,
beside you to support,
behind you to catch you
if you fall.
No matter the cost,
I choose equality, and I will
fight until it is finally
here.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Something special here,
something bigger than the...
Something special here,
something bigger than the rest,
something worth it all.
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— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (at Helena, Montana)
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"Something special here,
something bigger than the rest,
something worth it all."
something bigger than the rest,
something worth it all.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
Portrait of a beautiful thing in motion. I think some motion,...
Portrait of a beautiful thing in motion. I think some motion, some changes are coming soon to this here account, as things have changed around me. I think the way I’ve done things, the length of my poetry, the frequency of my posting, has caused an over-exposure and possibly a weariness to some. There is, quite simply, too much of me, too often, and I am seeing the effects of that. Maybe it’s time, soon, at some round number, to slow. Maybe I will post less, and save more so the words feel special and not saturated, maybe. I am not sure what it will look like, not sure what will happen, but I think it’s time to slow. I will never stop, Know this, but I have to figure out how to balance, and maybe in doing so, it’ll halt the exodus from this place. Maybe. I love you all for your support and am all ears for what you’d like those changes to be, what they’d reflect. Let me know, I am here. (at Helena, Montana)
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