My body resists this tired, Rebukes this tired, Evades this tired, denies and expels this tired, tries to escape this tired… My body fights this tired; Because it don’t have time to be this tired.
My body resists this tired, Rebukes this tired, Evades this tired, denies and expels this tired, tries to escape this tired… My body fights this tired; Because it don’t have time to be this tired.
Took a few days off,
Now I’m back with another one off
the top of this dome,
where whimsy and logic freely foam.
Pen keys open
[the] doors to my haven.
Writing a sweet freedom;
stories of belong,
Wistful strains of home
My soul’s siren song.
You don’t understand my love. You don’t understand the depths of its deep, the flows of its flux. Like rivers, like oceans, terrifying bottomlessness – Weightless heaviness like stepping unexpectedly from the shallows. You don’t understand my heart, How its every beat creates rhythms that know dance, Yet there’s no dancing When we touch, Only …
Make way for my wayward brother, not soon behind there comes another. My brothers blinded to fate and wonder… Journeys shorn short by converging thunder of badge and bullet, that angrily trill eternity’s song… Clutching one another; they dance erratically to glory’s gong – Threads of bloodborne melody woven into harmony of wrong. Once a …
Afraid to go inside, afraid of what I’ll find, Ego still survives Its death elusive and unkind. Ego drives fear; Loneliest passengers alive. Inner truth divine it’s solace soul seeks to find… Fear of better fear of worse, But only at times. Insecurity abound spilling to the ground Bespoken anomaly Things of thought fleeting… Whole …
Sleep often comes as ocean
lapping gently at mind’s sand
eroding anxiety’s broken shells
as its waves bequeath tiny gifts
of tacit calm.
Unexpected treasures
root deep in consciousness;
Each breath such great freedom,
every dream requited bliss…
Waking moments are magnum opus –
humble masterpiece of joy.
And each single moment
is blessing and curse alike,
choice is Karma –
destiny its design;
I sit at midnight’s edge
watching abundant seas of cosmos
relinquish darkness
to peace.
Awake is a lonely island;
Keeping dreams at bay –
for only in imagination
can wayward musings play.
I’m not myself right now,
and that’s okay…
I can’t be “normal,” or “happy”
every single day.
I mean, I could try, but then on the flip –
you’d only ask me why.
I’m not me, currently –
But I’ll be fine.
I’m just warning you
not to waste my time.
The truth is,
I’m in a bad mood.
Because I’m entitled to those,
everything can’t always be hunky-dory,
I suppose.
I guess that today
is just one of those days
where I can’t get it right
no matter what anyone says.
And I don’t really care,
that feeling just isn’t “there”…
That pretending to feel something I don’t –
I’ve never been a good liar,
so I won’t.
I won’t smile, or laugh, or joke,
because I don’t have the desire to invoke
the mirth of those around me – how can I,
When [presently] I’m not even happy?
I’m not trying to be rude,
I just need time to brood.
I guess what I’m really trying to say,
is that I’m having a bad day.
Between us, No words need saying, Our spirits speak in warm bursts of color and curious flashes of energy.
Your love is my buoy in life’s dark sea, Always bobbing brightly in my periphery.
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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