The food of the mind
The meal of the soul
The feast of the spirit
Necessary source
We choose what we feed
Our core every day
We may think and feel
Through scraps and leftovers
Through high-quality or overpriced meals
gourmet chaos or nourishing feasts
the plain lessons of everyday treats
Shall we practice fasting
overfed hungers
On the scale of numbers
what you feed your mind matters
In one hour
a mother gives birth
someone takes their last breath
someone graduates
while someone’s failure permeates
One person sleeps
while another awakes
another human diagnosis
ill fitted prognosis
twisting the economies
plagues of humanities
sickness in the soul
health in another
healed and birthed
more than once in many forms
and we call this life
perhaps our long strayed wives
while another falls in love
and turns winters into spring
intoxicating summer breeze
the birds sing
the tides come and go
the waters of one side
can be the droughts of another
do not dispair, we all cycle
because life is forever changing
we are never really stagnant
life is forever turning tables
in all its whimsical forms
that discriminates not one
in the 60 minutes of the hour
guarantee free
Warranty Free
Rivers Run Through
We never touch the same waters
Children grow
Never the same matters
Because everything passes
Everything changes
Sometimes a thought will hang on
more than realities ever will
Nostalgic quotes
seeping through pores
flowing words
river that flows
trespassing emotions
unwavering devotions
consuming erosion
persuading contortion
twisted commotion
intoxicated extraction
submissive action
turned into passion
emotions in words
In the curves of a feather
In the breath of a wind
In the Allie’s on a street
Grounded country feet
Beyond turbulent sorrows
Into most peaceful waters
Is where you’ll find my mind
At ease
Because love is peace
Creating your own peace in turbulent times 🕊️🫶🏽
Out of words
Plenty of Words
Too much said
Not enough said
Plenty of room
For misunderstanding
Not enough space
for silence or words
All that was said was words
All that remained silence
Still, not one person understood
not the words, not the silence
because sometimes we don’t care to see
sometimes, we rather not see
Spring into Summer
Summer to Fall
Fall into Winter
Winter into Spring
Different Seasons?
Same Seasons?
They happen every year
Cycling ever clear
Seasons are like rivers
The Water looks the same
We never touch the same water more than once
Heal your mother wound
Be bold, blossom and bloom
Get over your own scorn
Transcend and mourn
Revive and be more
Heal your father scars
So they don’t become prison bars
It’s easy to blame
But much more fulfilling to aim
For a better version
Of what you should actually believe
The life you are entitled to live
The first breath of a newborn
is relief in the ears of a father
to a mother, a new life form
counting all fingers and toes
each hair, follicle, skin fold
immersed in the scent
of a new baby born
the last breath yet to mourn
knowing life is a cycle
to appreciate life
death must be life’s norm
one breath exhaled death
in a breath, inhaled life
because death is part of life
In the morning’s dew
or the evening’s breeze
in that crooked smile
or that beam of sunlight
in the midnight hour
romantic howl
or the bird that sings
lullaby love brings
in the essence of every crevice
not one thing unturned
because love, is a permeable thing
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