Hope

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​What of this light?

Golden bright as a reflection of the heavens

The creations in the stories told to our children

These realities of blood, of fear, of greed

Of whatever we make it, if only to ignore the present moments

No thinking!

Forgetting more as a wish than wanting to dream

Mental distinctions of anything, of wanting, of nothing

Of whatever we make it, dead thoughts to protect the living

Who is the ascended?

Lifted guides of the ‘all-knowing’

Those holding the weight of the celestial message

Spiritual saints of our modern world, of one force, of Gaia

Of whatever we make it, we become who we would like to be

We accept the beggars of trust

To ridicule the hearts offering love

When the light gets too hot to bear

When the skin reddens and cracks in the third-eye stare

The teachers grow old in their destined comfort

Burning themselves in their endless summers

What of this life?

An individual in response to everyone else

Not what’s felt

To exist of the mind, of the heart, of the soul

Of whatever we make it, believing that we can make it

Despite not knowing the secrets of hope

I am grateful for dark winter nights❤

Ten

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One, two, three…

Eyes glazed and hazy

Censored sight dizzy

Focus on the surface

Four, five, six…

Momentary paralysis

Oh Consciousness!

The body lingers

Seven, eight, nine…

Claim to be benign

Life dictated by time

Success in numbers

One, two, three…

Keep on counting

Repeating days is easy

Only fools succumb

Four, five, six…

                Silence your wishes

                Ignore all awareness

                Feel no pain

Seven, eight, nine…

                Let the body die

                Join the alumni

                Birthing the cycle

Ten:

                Forget the fallen

                All is forgiven

                Flesh is rotten

 

I am grateful for fresh fruit❤

 

Only a “Creative”

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Decisions, decisions

Another day for questions

Because others demand responses

As to, do you:

Want to become successful

OR

Follow your passions?

Like it’s that simple

Or, that only one option

Determines the outcome

Of what is destined

And who I’m meant to be

Sacrifices, compromises

Another day for keeping silent

Told my future could* be bright

As in, if I:

Give up self to the Business

VS

Continue as a “creative”

Like no one artistic has

Ever been effective in

Any type of leadership…ever

Must yield to remain in position

To thrive as one of the corporation

 

I am grateful for music❤

Insert Title VI

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CYMRU

Dylan Thomas as an observer
In the blue tree forest

Naked on the toilet
Drinking a bottle of beer
As the bubbles float to the top
of the fish aquarium

With thoughts of Cymru

In the lightest of considerations

Green fields and yellow leaves

 

 

Surrealistic Female

The lights reflect inside the shadow of thought
As I try to decipher the blinking of
on, off
A repetitive phrase I believe once spoken
But as it is now there’s no time for the forgotten
The monsters roam the sidewalks bearing
Their treasure in smiles
Darkness closing in on the veil as the dogs go
in,out
A smirk of content lingers from the one
As a questioning glance that masks certainty and love

 

 

Meeting Deadlines

Drop the needle on the floor

Oh god they will take me now

Too many sounds drifting through the silence

Too many unspoken feelings to hide them

Not requiring customization
No quotes of freedom
Puts an obstacle in the way of meeting deadlines

 

 

Disguising the Truth

The tunnel walls lay bare as an

Outline of the only way forward

When turning back isn’t an option

But leads to the current destination

Of one foot in front of the other

Is that laughter I hear?

The wind is always full of gossip

Assuming stories and spreading them out

Echoing louder through the confusion

Adding to it, disguising the truth

 

I am grateful for the dreamers❤

Brown Leather Jacket

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​Eyes blink open and close in the brown leather shine

His jacket reflecting off of the nearest yellow road lamp

While the rain falls if only to pursue a companion

Windy whispers chase tussled locks at the intended target

Dense drops slide off his shoulders in damp residue tracks

Huddled and clutching his elbows with white knuckled fists

Heavy hearted expectations channel self and keep one intact

 

Strong enough to smile back at the few who notice him

Hiding self behind wishes to express every true emotion

He hums an unfinished tune of absent desire in his passion

Cigarette balancing between nicotine stained thumb and forefinger

As each booted footstep reverbs off of the pavement

Swallowed by silence in his moment of contemplation

He wonders if she ever gives him the same consideration

The golden pin attached to the front pocket flap
Shone brighter than the sun at different angles
Not distinguishable through the rain or the subsequent fog
But flashes of intent collect the most of any peripheral

I am grateful for sleep❤

We speak into this silence, until it’s over

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He stares out through the windshield

One hand on steering wheel

The hand guiding more than mind

As mind is fixed on more than now

The dog at his right bobs his head up and down

He drives on

Through the crowds

No one knows

They hear him though

He looks back through the rearview mirror

Eyes locked behind or, in front of me now

We speak into this silence

Until it’s over, it will soon be over?

He drives away

So much for faith

Just another day

Lost in fate

 

I am grateful for foggy mornings❤