Conspiracy theories are popular in American culture. I have never been one to give into them, or think of them. The idea that the CIA hired Lee Harvey Oswald to assassinate JFK doesn’t seem possible to me, for example. Bigfoot sightings are simply for the amusement of the bored or drug-induced mind I think. I …
To the song bird who singsNot for perfection or mutterings…Spreading love and so much moreLife, if noticed, is adored-A Presence so pure in devotionLeft for my heart and ear consumption…Thank you for teaching beyond your wingsThe appreciation for simpler things-For without reminders during strifeMore of us would lose in life…So I look as you lead …
Become the compass
To walk aboutBecause of voiceAnd waste it allIs just a vice.No glory will comeJust like the lessonIgnorance in kindNo matter who listens.For was it not already written?It does not matterNor what I believeThe world will end anyway-By necessity.And why?People are fools-When they are foolish…And the stars align accordingly.
For tonightDancing upon the graveTeach the lifeAnd sacrifice I gave.The living may not knowAs We lay dyingThe clarity nowBlocked by their crying.Oh the rageAs seeds are laidNever mind the needOr price I paid.And You will knowToo little too lateJust like usThis is your fate.
The theft in the nightMore wrong than rightSome people walkMore to sinIn a distanceAnd next of kinAnd we waitWhile many fallIn the mirrorOr down the hallAnd when we wakeFrom morning blissWe went from thenTo being this.
A similar purposeWhile being differentOffers the biggest divide. And so we watchWhisperAnd cowardly hide. Humans evolveAnd stay behindA natural practice. And here we areStuntedReality simply to distract us.
I think love has purpose even if it’s pain. After all what else gives you so much to lose- with unbidden right to complain? Each year it’s recognized- a little more youth is lost And you add up the experience - while grimacing at the cost The bends of the mind only squeeze the heart… …
The path taken year after year Changes as it should- Lest steps seem only foreign Forgotten is something good… Sow a lavender bush perhaps Bring calm back in place- Until serenity falls in grievance Drained by ache and waste… Deaf ears lead blind eyes Bounded by an induced agony- Losing all or once A consequence …
Void of regular emotion Young become zombies to life Isolation a given confinement Self-torcher for insight. No one knows the adversary Or understands… It’s different now Because reality is what we pretend. Ghosts walk the halls, movies and games Solving the next mystery And deciding who to blame. . . Then causing new misery In …
Where we’re going.. And you were gone-
Fuzzy skies As brain cells bend In mortal change Or comfort’s end- Feel the loss But earn a win Escape the prison Of history’s sin… Pray a break Of second’s sleep And stolen moments Confusion weeps… Now to breathe And live again As intended Or anxiety lends… For not of purpose Just natural fate- Future-proof …
So much my life Not begging to be seen Has crippled progress And time… Now asking for notice No finding of voice Desires a break Before prime.
As the bees buzz And snakes crawl Dragging summer Grass stands tall... Crickets sing When birds lay sleep Within the season The soul does keep- For life lives In all living things So many verses Beyond the strings... Inches from slumber- Or living again Live the now Before the Then.
I see the story And know the trends What is worshipped And has no end. And there is now Like the ocean floor What you thought And where you soar... And like a partner Not just a friend- And the beginning With no real end... I’ll be there And beyond that too- For it’s simply …
Blood boils so quick anymore.... Always a joke- Can nothing be serious? Or even answered? Taking care is for granted- Maybe that’s why I stopped for so long? Clearly not long enough- Like time ever would be.... Pain is numbing Until it hurts- Or you stop. Does it stop? Or do you just go- I …
I would like to start with what I know- And share a special gift...
Light of day never faltersOr hangs in the balanceOf hatred or romanceBut what was…And the slip of the decayIs of consequenceNot of usBut what may.So to marchAnd live onLike the poetUntil it’s gone.
It’s not real But desired.
Make my day.
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