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February 15th


There are only so many days in the year

They float by like dandelion seeds in the wind

Being tossed violently about without a care

Until another sunset passes to perpetuate the cycle


The journey: never satisfying a linear destination

The soul: equal to the sums of time


We process such thoughts seeking out balance

So that mind and reason fit together as a puzzle might

Because believing that we are one as substantially stable

Makes us feel better from the turmoil in growth of mind


The journey: never simply a task in sequence

The soul: equal to the observance’s progression


There are only so many days in the year

They float by like dandelion seeds in the wind

Today marks the moment that proves we exist

To solidify our memories by tomorrow


I am grateful for today ❤

Beginning – End


They said
“Just live in the moment”
So we
closed our eyes to the past
Scarf tied
to shield view of the future
Mouth shut
better to forget what’s unsaid
One thought
to suppress the rest
Time governed
by desired thoughts and feelings
What’s life
without the beginning and end?

I am grateful for Friday nights ❤

Past, Present, and Future

Past, Present, and Future

As I sit here on this stool, with the rubber cushion;
minus the splits of foam that I’ve sat in before
I resume a type of thinking more characterized
as self-reflection,
apparently focusing on the majority leaves one ignoring even
the most apparent responses of bodily intentions, my digression…
Anaylzing the differences seen from the past, present and future
Is there any mirror that defines life in a way
that isn’t scary to look at;
layering the foundations on the white scars that starting healing after
the last suture was placed
It’s interesting that memories take a form of their own
Categorizing emotions like I wasn’t living at all
But the body copies moments and marks up skin
At least for myself, if these things that I felt, either figuritively or litterally, were real
but i wonder, why can’t i remember?
Is there a certain price to pay for filling up mind, brain
with more thoughts than many are capable of beliving at all
Not that I mind being the mirrored masked portrait of someone
long forgotten,
but if chance had humor could it mean that there were a few less neurons firing then previoiusly thought?
Should I mind if I’m never told the same story twice
given only just the suggestion, the motivational penetration
of anyone else’s digressions that make it from one brain to the next?

I am grateful for the lost pieces. ❤

Wake Up?


As if I was presenting to an audience, the questions of the world;
A simple story to tell, but I had written it down anyway.
I cleared my throat and looked out into the throng.
A multitude of scattered faces looked up in cynicism and expectancy.
Oh, why can I never wake up in moments like this?

I am grateful for inspiring challenges. ❤