Men-Oh-Pause
Hell a Clause
Saddle affection
Deceiving perception
The body transforms
The mind unfolds
Fogginess sworms
Mental roller coaster
Un purchased ticket
Luv Duv Skipping
Inner Core on Fire
Lacking Desire
Thinning Hair
Lower Abdomen Swell
Did I loose my keys?
Inner Child Screams
On and on it seems
Men-Oh-Pause
Because maybe tomorrow
The Clock Rewinds
The wrinkles fade
I’ll dye my hair
And maybe than
I’ll be the perfect Scene
Maybe
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
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
life comes, and life goes
life simply flows
our minds get stuck
our memories retract
intentional attention
mindless motivation
filtering through pores
penetrating forms
reminisce and grow
let memories crescendo
from vital innuendos
and the rest, simply observe
Rivers Flow
Water is never stagnant
Make your life glow
Knowing you’ll never have
The same moment twice
You can always make
Future moments better
Run
Walk
Crawl
Fly
Sometimes roll
Sometimes no movement at all
This non linear life we live
Human experiences
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