Attainment

I have cursed and I have prayed

I have stood up and I have fallen

I have run and I have been broken

I have smiled and I have humbly cried

I have been right, and I have been wrong

I have dared to walk alone and get lost

Before you know where I’m coming from

You have to risk finding my whole truth

But if you never steep inside my wounds

You’ll adopt your illusionary satisfactions

Cause you’ll only trust whispers by others

Others that have been too afraid to venture

Misunderstanding about what makes right

You’ll be in the darkness… I’m in the Light

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Reblogged

The Eternal Water of Life

Ecliptic

Despite the greatest of heavenly intentions in a galaxy of wills

Your trajectory glanced off a rogue shooting star

Causing you to skip past where we were both destined

Leaving us stranded from our true fate as lovers

Still, you and I separately walk along the fringes of bodied waters

While on opposite sides of a shared moon’s reflection

Where our lone heart softly whispers our prayers

For all, we still need as tears from our eyes fall through gaps of silence

Into swirling aired winds to soar in search of deliverance

We reflect like lone abstract flowers in fogyish clouds of water

Convinced we feel the existence of our shared synced hearts

Reverberating perfectly along in rhythm with our missed destiny

But even if eons pass from heaven’s eternal time

You and I- will still find one another united… one day

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Aesthetical

You’re afforded to adjudicate me in whatever fashion you desire

Albeit this typically occurs when others measure me by their philosophy

And one most often that I’ve not subscribed to nor chosen to accept

But its o k really, we can all learn from even mistaken fallacies

Cynics in our life are dark clouds that pass over and inconveniently rain on us

Per usual just when we’ve made some earnest progress in our life garden

While narcissists in our lives are like dark nights that linger in morning’s after

They not only stole all the blankets but every ounce of our lit morning sun

The world fruits with great wonders but it also has far too many noxious weeds

Crowding in personal cracks and spaces with platitudes of “self-serve first”

Contaminating or influencing life connections of any susceptible environment

We’re at mercy to where we establish our roots in hopes to thrive in our purpose

Some of us will become roses, or weeping willows while others dry out and die

Whatever it is I attain to, I pray what I leave behind… flourishes as beautiful

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Floccinaucinihilipilification

Empty preserve jar and buttered grain toast sacrifices morning appetite

I hear the daily political rhetoric resonate across the screens

Both on video as well as outside on the sidewalk of passing people

And yet even today I remain numb about most of the subjects

Rarely do I engage or take any sides of additional growing disharmony

As if I’ve been snake bitten intellectually and lean shyer

All this world learns from life is how to fight or profit for any reason

Having long forgotten those missing from our broken hearts

Making my palate for the sweeter things of life soured

And I question what more or purpose will become of my time left here

As grains of lost time are converted into manufactured solar panels

Surely, human intends to extend their colonial perversion into the whole universe

Trying to one-up one another or find satisfaction for an unquenchable thirst

It is truly my hope long before then… to ascend and miss all that mess

Necesitty

I’ve read that our journey is our mission of purpose

But I’m unsure others would be so easily convinced of that

Some may argue its unknowable; how cynical to avoid a stance

It is strange how truth and fiction interchange with the winds

One minute, it and the sun are at your back, in the next vice versa

But for the life of me, I’m unsure which we catch most often or why

I’ve left myself available and open-minded enough for listening

I can be astute to facts and remain fully attentive

Yet, I saw nor heard from anyone that claims otherwise

I’m a simple man steeped in a resolve of living by my beliefs

None of which I can claim is absolute, but it fits me well

Like the winds, I’ve often changed directions in my life’s venture

Some missions require you to remain… right where you are

Enroute

Casting mere simple velleities aside

I’ve peregrinated landscapes of love

Along my way, I’ve paid heavy tolls

I still wear those scars on my heart

As I dared not to give up and let go

Of a love that left me malnourished

After abandoning my heart and soul

My attenuated mind trust as a child

Albeit love remains my Achilles heel

Love liken a flower survives off hope

And sooner or later true love blooms

In places, no one would’ve thought so

Times grains have been lost to winds

Yet, I endeavor as a … divine sonnet

Wintery

I’ve felt your presence amongst the stars

I’ve longed for you but we’ve never met

I’ve looked for you outside my thoughts and dreams

I’ve felt touches of your soul touching me

But you hid away from my view

Avoided the same barren streets I traveled through

As I meandered on hopes and whispered prayers

I’d find you alone and sitting somewhere

Even in a crowd of a million different people

I’d know you by the gleam in your eyes

Feel the present heat of your soul burning

Hear the erratic beats of your heart’s echoes

As if you were the only one standing there

We’d embrace until I kissed away your… last fear

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Sensualities

Lush fields of golden grain grasses dance with nature’s hands

Adorned with an abundance of sweltering heat for man and land alike

Summer is a fickle season much like young love in motion

Impromptu escapes to skinny dip and lunch on picnic blankets afterward

Transformative like an enigmatic tropical island nearby the equator

Early amber skies filled with a day’s worth of paradise like promise

Until ushering unexpected dark clouds loaded with hail stones

Or tornadic madness chases our fears into a fruit cellar

We bend with changing winds like a well learned willow tree

That has lived decades of good and bad times before

A season that takes on a cultured kind of life of its own

Breaking up mundane nuances with long remembered excitement

Oh, to feel foolishly young and in love in one’s heart

Is truly a season of a lifetime worth living at least… once more

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Clean laundry

Try as I might with an earnest fervor to clean my laundry

Before rising all of it a few times and then some

Prior to hanging it all upon thin fixed and weak saggy lines

Where all might see and in hopes a days aired breezes

Will keep them taught and help dry them a bit fresher

But when all is said and done, I’ll stack each one and put them away

Until I pull them out to display again finding that nothing has changed

I’ll remain the same person I was, but my neighbors may notice

I’ve taken my time and effort to revise my lines even if only in vain

And in about a week’s time, I’ll do it all once again

Every now and then I’ll frequent ideas for new threads

But newness only last once and then they’ll join all the rest

The neighbors may never notice newer hung sheets

But I’ll display newness anyways… even if they’re left unseen

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