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we are all robots with our industrial legs and arms
emitting static data through chained sprocket mouths
chewing down on metal teeth while spitting out sparks;
tasteless words to condition into subjection
the accomplishment of production as day’s profit
obtaining satisfaction in facilitating the genocidal submission
with one’s own expiration date stamped axiomatically;
one by one we live, work, and die
I am grateful for the heavy hearts ❤
You lighted the match
I inhaled you in as if you had been reborn as the lingering swirls of smoke floating from the flame-tipped incense sitting on the bedside table
While we sat consumed by the sentient darkness of substance billowing from beginning to end in and around our heads and enveloping my spirit
The room lay crowded of these jealous loners with their drifting extensions turning into little ghost dancers that veiled our space within my illuminated nebula
As I, The Spectator, perceived bursting bright sparks of color that stimulated my humanistic animation of awareness into a series of shadows and aromas
My senses continuously manipulating the meanings of (in)sanity while replacing recent musings to help highlight the desires residing beneath the hazy surfaces
You are here
We confronted the distorted facades of mercy through the minutes of time, acting as one soul together to escape the labyrinth of this universal divide
While connected, we forget to suffer but not merely as a defiant act of existence, we LIVE creating and changing nature to distort our sight and alter this godless transcendence
All of the while being overshadowed by the face of god hanging on the wall with his tick-tock ticking and buzzes of shrilling announcements of opinions chiming in
Little ditties of knowledge dictating the role to play during the hours of our daily lives, if only to help us understand that there is no escaping the fluidity of blood
Knowing that the body and the mind follow the soul through the discussions of self and continue to travel through the spaces of being to the heart
You are me
We willfully remain attached to the weight of the World however, finding solace within our effervesced embrace of arms and legs, heat and skin
Ignoring the sneering gestures of jealousies and misunderstandings, the many masks that can appear even from those who emphasize friendship and solidarity
But we claim each other through this built up intensity of psyche to provide each self with the layers of the emotional responses available to the soul and the body
Offering anything and everything to one another and creating our own power to pass out to the rest of this fickle place of one moment versus the next or, one person’s thoughts versus our own
We choose our fate by escaping it all within this shielding entwinement of essence floating from the heat of my passions to You as we burn together to flame the torch, turning this World blue one blaze at a time
I am grateful for the last 500 years ❤
The memory begins within the crowd of people watching
An uneasy stillness hung heavy in the air that traveled down into the deepest depths of this World
We waited, unsure of what could, what would happen
While he stood observing his audience, his back facing the unknown
As his eyes scanned the many blank faces I wondered what he was thinking
I questioned if pride shaped his smile? Fear? Excitement?
The color of envy changing the hue of my eyes, desiring his attention and his unmistakable touch
Feeling lost like just another observer in the throng of unimportant curious expressions
Only one more mind demanding answers to the various questions tugging my awareness inside of the dark hollows
He continued to inspect us all, the artist drawing our picture to remember
Always considering those around instead of thinking of himself
With his gaze steady and unencumbered by his display of emotion, he slowly moved his head from right to left
Unknowingly demanding attention while just living in the moment
With a heavy heart I chewed my bottom lip, unable to remain stoic with the impending disaster waiting to surface
And then in just a brief blink of an eye, his met mine
As we connected our worlds through just the mere action of seeing
My last control of strength slipped beneath my fingers as I tried to grasp onto the tiny tendrils of the awareness of the others around
Those inconsequential to me, to us
His face molded into a look of concern
Breaking the dam as my tears began to fall
Unable to breathe I just stared, watching him count each watery drop that escaped
My endless hopes and wishes rising into the back of my throat
Biting my tongue to keep from screaming out
I saw him waver then, like a forced soldier going into battle unconvinced that the mission is worthy of the loss
I pleaded through the night, silently challenging him to hear my thoughts because I knew he understood
Both of our bodies unmoving while we continued our reverie
Creating our own time and space and deleting all of the information from the importance of now
But time is constantly aware, what a fickle friend
Using emotion to portray evidence of the situations to be left unexamined in the few seconds when it matters the most
He finally moved, feet shuffling back away from me
One calculated transition to separate us further but
Pulling me forward with the string that binds us together
Determination twitched at the creases of his mouth
With his mind already made up, he couldn’t turn back from the actions planned
My lips shaped words, motivated by the severity of the moment
“I love you”
Even though my lungs couldn’t produce the strength to exhibit the sound
As he took another step back, the intensity of his gaze begging me not to move
My last glance into his colorful cloud of masculinity and kindness
His whispering words of
“Goodbye”
As he dropped over the edge
His body, mind, and soul gone in only a second
Months later, I sat alone at the very spot where he last stood
Mourning the memory that haunted my every moment without him
The moon lighting the peppered pebbles scattered throughout the dirt where I reflected
“This is home, this is where we belong”
The phrase that so easily convinces the others
But the only hope I could imagine was over the ledge in a foreign place of missing phantoms
With my eyes closed, I stood, shuffling toes to hover halfway on and halfway off
My mind quiet, with no one else around to contemplate my thoughts
I remembered the shape of his face and the way my hands could sink into his skin while I softly caressed his cheeks
I remembered his comforting smell and the way he combed his fingers through my tangles of red wavy curls
I remembered his messy black hair that hung over his light brown eyes, the intensity of his stare still piercingly visible
I stood with my memories, with my eyes closed, reaching out both arms into the empty space of oblivion
I slowly inhaled a satisfyingly deep breath
Giving into the alluring pull of gravity I fell forward into the jaws of hell
Sacrificing heaven to find him.
I am grateful for stories ❤
How long is an acceptable
timeframe for one to attain
his or her prize for the life
that is hoped for and wished?
The CEO sleeps in his
10,000 thread count silky sheets
Head on pillow while sweet
dreams fill his eyes with happiness
Remembering from a time
of beginning, when wallet was empty
Now, blessed from earning
his ultimate happiness of affording any luxury
The sister of spirit sitting in her
house of god reading her psalms
Dedicating her life to holiness
and many moments spent “alone”
Waiting her entire life to finally
compliment herself in her
obtainment of Heaven;
loving everyone and everything
What of joy, what of this true love?
A mission to accomplish for any
foolish boy or girl, romanticizing and
getting lost in the many lovely fairy tales
Or, motivated by goals of self
Whether selfless or not
Words are not to be trusted in
circumstances such as this
Four seasons depicting times of change
Flashes of life and death celebrations
Individuals interchanging ideas of an Eldorado;
Mine, has always been the same
I am grateful for rainy days ❤
If there were an instrument of Heaven,
It wouldn’t be the harp,
nor the flute, the clarinet, or the trombone.
It would be the piano;
Mixing the different moments of sound
Into the stories of the world
to flow freely, stream-like, winding around the various twisted letters.
To caricaturize their meaning
Inserting contextual lines instead of placing images,
to understand, is to appreciate the living;
What it means to live.
I love
so as to find the love in others,
the ones left undiscovered to me yet.
The majority of friends who,
compliment the shared community of time spent
Creating;
Minds of philosophical masters;
like in the great classics.
To express the knighthood among the learned;
to continue the traditions.
Who is bothered to stand taller,
than the limits of physical proportions?
I know I am.
I am grateful for this song that is playing right now: Rob Dougan/Clubbed to Death/Furious Angels. ❤
Today, I felt the kiss of spring
As if I were embraced by the woman in the wind,
She hugged me
I could feel her warmth;
A motherly touch that promised of love.
Her long fingers strewn through my hair
Catching on a few amber curls
My windows down, to stay connected
I heard her talking, mixed within the music
The noninvasive compilation of instruments playing;
In ceremony, the birds chirping
Along with the exact rhythm and melody,
It felt like Heaven.
A minute at a red light to offer a moment of reflection,
And prayer
One where the Universe finally understood;
Could feel my need,
Then forced Its hymn
The music playing a light piano with:
Translucent waves of harmony
I happened to notice the sky at that moment
A blue so pure,
Completely magical
I could get lost in that ocean forever;
The only view to supplement the subconscious listening.
But as it seems now
At least most days
Reality consumes
And I’m forced to follow
The line of traffic
When the light turns green.
I am grateful for Spring and all of her glories; my hero. ❤
Muse Writer 