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In A Time Where Zones...
Across The Globe Are... “CLOSED”... !!!
To AVOID Being... Bro ken... !!!
I Think That It’s Wise To Keep Our Minds OPEN... !!!
I speak my wishes into existence.
I will no longer go through this self resistance.
I set myself free to fly amongst the sea.
Two waves in the sea Two branches of the tree Two wings of the bee These are you and me In everywhere I go I keep your love to gr
I see death taking a toll on my shoulders
The darkness overflows and my flesh starts to feel colder
I can feel myself fade away
I notice that everything around me remains the same
Tell me all your stories
of all the things you've seen
Tell me about your struggles
Tell me what they mean
Tell me about your past
And where you got your scars
Tell me about your walls
I am free
I am open
I am a flowing river with words streaming
from my fingertips
pooling on paper.
Expression.
I am alive in a world where many are dead
or maybe not really dead
To the rose with tears in her petals.
Who wilts every morning as the suns rays illuminate her wounds
Who’s roots dig deep but were grown too thin to drink in life
In one moment
I say how i feel,
No holding back
You can feel the tears,
From the first match
To the last kiss,
No one ever
Will i so much miss
Openness. What do we need? Is it good? Is it bad? Or is it simply a method for us to expand. Allowing us to give our enemies a sharper knife. What are we to know. What are the intentions? The reasons? The wishes?
The me of yesterday, is fading,
She was callous, angry, sanctimonious.
She was abiding of God and a sinner in one,
She is no longer living, from dust to dust.
1. The Yule has come and so have I,
Poised at your doorstep, benumbed with cold,
Open up and you will see;
That I bear no white beard and I won't howl a ho ho ho,
A peek into my eyes and you see nothing.
I hide my emotions well, may be too well.
I am very good at it, the result of decades of practice.
Might even venture to say that I have mastered the art of emotional silence.
The lightning storm
The storm of frustration that comes and goes on my mind
Confusion, Isolation
This is something I long not to find
I loathe this part
"You don't know what I say in my mind
Close to my heart"--"get your face out of their behind!"
"You think you're so this and so that
all that pride and ego talking, take a seat"...so she sat
I rearrange my personality and fix my face,
Tuck my curse words and laid back cool college kid demeanor
We forget the words of equality that once were said,
In the fight for Civil Rights blood once stained the roads red.
First it was women, then it was blacks.
Round and round we went and now we're back.
I dabbed my brush into the endless ink.It went on smooth, painted all money pink.Pink for delight.
Screeching
Scratching
Goes the door
Latching its
Latch through
The floor
The pitching
So cruel
To my ears
After all
These years
The door
Still leers
When at a door a common thing
Is to knock your hand on that door.
But is that door meant to be knocked on?
Is your hand meant to knock?
Or is your hand meant to build that door
He is being consumed by fire
It is his decision to complete the fall
Determined good or evil by choice
His strength is in his willful power
He must go
Out into the open
There is no clear moment when the change sets in,
No preciseness in its hold.
One day, it just has you.
A cold, unfriendly grip,
One you tried to ignore for so long.
I.
Translucent
The world in between
two sheets of plastic
Control and the mask
The world revolving
around popcorn and jello
and the anxious and
the hopeful
Slow walkers, fast talkers
Book seekers, key keepers
Walking in pairs, retro chairs
Carved rock, a slow ticking clock
Striped bags with nametags
A fire escape, some blue tape
A quiet class, a wall of glass
