Everything is a possibility.
Everything is a possibility.
It’s cool how when we find lulls in our conversations, neither of us feel the need to try to fill the spaces; To rush to be the first to say…something… We never have those awkward moments where hasty words crash into each other. We don’t stumble over silence, instead simply sinking comfortably into it… It’s …
When I ask my name in my own head do I actually hear the voice that says it, and is that voice my own, or another’s? Or, is what I “hear” simply a response to the question I asked? My Higher Self never fails to remind that our minds don’t belong to our physical bodies; …
Watching – The city shakes off the last of the winterin its bones;Like an old sweateror a slightor a lingering coldand picks its chin up off its chest,looking ahead…Promises of normalcy –The beacon of shiny new futureon the horizonit strolls so brightly toward. Listening – Happy see ya laters and excited chatter over next timesas …
Is it greedy of me to keep inhaling until I burn my fingers? Am I overindulgent if I break my fast to share meals with my family? Should I care too much if the numbers on the scale keep creeping and climbing up and up? What spirited vines; Does it matter if there’s a little …
No such thing as private thoughts, if they’re written down; Not many respect privacy anymore, if at all, if ever… Your food of thought is just as easily fodder for attack Unless you keep yourself to yourself. Careful, now… nothing’s ever personal in the nosiness of general public domain.
Because it’s sweater weather, and I have no chill… I don’t shiver in my boots; I’m hotter when I’m standing still. 19 October 2020
Firing shots at the world, taking them in long strides fiery bullets that warm my chest and numb my thoughts suspending them like snowfall at midnight. Just pour me over the stars and crystallize these precious moments before time melts [them all] away.
Sometimes I wish I could erase pain with the same ease I delete files from my computer; Quickly, and without even thinking about it, Getting it out of my sight, drag & drop that shit away from me. Yeet… But if it were that easy my memory banks would draw blanks and my drives would …
High thoughts higher dreams, elevation. The physical plane can’t clip my wings. My flower a gift to life infinitely expanding, exploring, floating along my thought streams. Nectar, so sweet rare taste of magic… Trying to imagine the whole of life at its core bends the mind almost achingly a brute force majeure: hurts so good, …
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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