that awkward moment where
the person you’d normally tell about your heartbreak
is the one who’s shattered your heart…
life is sometimes one of the cruelest jokes
no one ever laughs at.
that awkward moment where
the person you’d normally tell about your heartbreak
is the one who’s shattered your heart…
life is sometimes one of the cruelest jokes
no one ever laughs at.
The end was never in sight
and now it’s here
though I accept all of life for what it is, with intention,
without fear…
only part of me wishes that for once, this kind of happiness could have been a true thing.
I’ve been searching all my lifetimes and finally find it in this, my longest yet very last one,
only for it to never become…
I knew I’d have to do some of this alone for a while –
solitude is my best and oldest friend;
I just thought maybe for once in all these lives I’ve lived
for just once, I’d get the one thing I always wanted.
Now I understand. The path of least surrender
always bruises the heart
and fortifies the soul.
For me, for this journey;
Alone is not lonely, it is necessary.
I’m at peace with this, even despite how it’s already torn me into pieces.
Healing is the battle where more casualty than causality happen.
Asé.
It’s incredible how the world spins
hundreds of miles per hour
Even while I feel like
I’m standing perfectly still;
Sometimes I feel like I’m playing hopscotch with
the Earth
And the only thing moving
are my eyes, following the
almost imperceptible shifts
of time sliding gently by…
But damn,
The moon looks beautiful
tonight.
081222
You gotta catch
the sounds within
the sounds.
It’s the subtleties,
you know…?
Even the little ones
matter.
081222
I get high
so I can see my lows
and recalibrate their frequencies.
I get as elevated
as my vibrations
so I can flow freely
as the smoke pluming from my herbs,
and meander across the air
like the steam rising from my coffee.
I ascend higher in myself
because I walk tall
and sitting low
is uncomfortable.
I inhale flowers because
I nurture and nourish myself the same as my garden;
feeding body, soul and melanin
with water, [sun]light, and air.
I toke leaves and buds
because it’s in my nature
to grow –
And when the beautiful seeds of creation take root within,
and branch out,
I have infinite room for their expansion.
I breathe (in) these healing vapors
to hydrate my mind
and purify my body
as I connect with [my] Spirit;
Meditation the energetic playground
through which my inner child
flits and frolics.
I smoke trees
to oxygenate my inner space
and circumvent the vacuum of
rumination and confusion.
081122
Morning coffee,
Outdoors,
Silence –
my Top 3
Any given day.
081122
My heart has been full,
but just today it overflowed;
And it’s been brimming with
unspoken truths
that threaten to spill from my lips,
my eyes,
tinging my words and gazes
with an almost melancholy emotional depth
at any given moment.
At times
it feels almost unsettling
to be so outwardly vulnerable
with such uninhibited intensity
opening up like a well-loved book
to someone I can’t even read!
So me and my effusive heart
return to our safe space;
Back into our sturdy shell –
Hermiting ourselves away from the rest of the world.
Still,
I feel you gently chiseling away
all my fears and doubt – my insecurities on full display.
Like a bandit veiled in darkness’ cover
in a museum of dreams,
you’re quickly and efficiently
cracking through the shields
around my heart.
Breaking through the calcified walls of wounds
I’ve surrounded myself with
across time and existences;
And at this point,
I’ve lowered my defenses –
won’t be soon before long
that I fully surrender
to your love.
170722
You tend so much toward the airy-fairy
that any attempt to help you aground
makes you feel tethered, trapped…
You hardly seem to realize
that sometimes your brilliant mind
and exuberant wings
need a rest.
You don’t see that
sometimes pit stops are necessary redirections;
but…
you’re never restricted, love –
No matter what,
you’re always free to fly.
170722
artful formations decorate my skies
as haze and clouds swirl past my head
and then I look up to behold
nature’s own art.
Deft brushstrokes and cottony ribbons
strung across endless blue depth –
and the longer I gaze,
the more it seems
that I could just fall in…
If I just don’t blink;
Who’s to say
I won’t?
070522
hang me up in the sky
like the star I might’ve been
my light is unlike the others
I wouldn’t have lasted long anyhow;
I tend to hide my light
so others don’t have the chance
to dim it
before I decide
how I even
want to shine in the first place.
060622
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity
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