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Blue Sky to Black

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Another day has descended into darkness
Another scratch mark on the inner walls of my mind
The countless doodles and scribbles of hope, desire, freedom, and pain
Each and every separate feeling and emotion or,
what we choose to understand
Precious moments wasted on having to demand particular explanations
Only to convince instead of just believing

I heard you built your army
The Legions of Light to Brighten the Eyes of those willing to see
A redemption from the shadowy graves where we were born; Do you remember?
We listened to the stories until we could repeat the tales ourselves
And then one day I wondered,
are all of the battle epics just exaggerated myths and folklore?
Were we fooled by the heroes who were only imagined to conquer the monsters lurking in the newly remodeled foyer closets and bathrooms?
A domesticated existence, forged from misdirected rationalities
Each calculated step off of the beaten path weakened by the faltering slips of indecision
All of the while, hiding from the random consequences being thrown around;
blood thirsty vampires of fate trying to choose their next unsuspecting victim

I tried once, I tried twice
to call out and in that space of time,
there wasn’t an answer, no echoing response
Only the painful intensity of silence to contemplate
Am I forgotten, abandoned? Hell no.
Back straight, feet firmly planted into the earth below;
body stature molded to shape the orphaned philosophies that we tried/try to forget
to save room for future expectations;
Watching a blue sky turn to black with a heavy emptiness that blankets the air in a layer of cold sweat
Only the humble stars daring to watch the liminalistic transition
Shining gemstones displaying their fiery stubbornness, all of them
Laughing at the irony as they rise together in their places of effervescent power.

I am grateful for dark nights. ❤

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Owls: Who? Who!

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The owls are calling out tonight

Who? Who!

From the skies

from the trees

Their constant cries

their incessant why’s

and their ever knowing

Who? Who!

 

Three sit on a branch,

only by happenstance,

Feathered wing tips touching

other feathers

 

The first one there

lightly reflecting in the night

More resembling the canary,

Looking out of the neighbor’s window

through its cage

 

The other, a more handsome color

With specks of a gold so orange

Shades that overlap and create

their own unidentifiable appearance

Almost camouflaged in the darkness,

Almost

 

But the last one is a smaller breed

Wearing the dark grays of shadows

appearing like a bunch of dried

leaves, if seen by glance in the night

The ghostly figure emanating the

gratitude of

Distinction that,

She can make those aware of her

only with the calling out of

Her monotone chirped voice:

Who? Who!

 

 

I am grateful for quotes: “The person whom you would like to do away with is of course never Mr. X but merely a disguise. If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn’t part of ourselves doesn’t disturb us…The things we see are the same things that are within us. There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself.” ❤