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
Into the night, I cried
the tears the lie
the fear, the pride
the scorn so norm
the smell or spell
the words took forms
unoccupied wombs
Mother Earth blooms
chaotic muse
subtle abuse
mirrored reflections
turned perceptions
confused allegations
cathartic expressions
all in a night’s work
all in a day’s work
from dusk until dawn
dawn until dusk
Beginnings are Endings
Endings are Beginnings
Between those spaces
Iddle heart felt graces
Iddle none felt places
Because Beginnings are Endings
Endings are Beginnings
That is not always a bad thing
vagabond of words
homeless verbs
flowing through my nouns
enunciating sounds
temporary emotions
memories in motion
whispers in the night
perhaps seeping into daylight
letters are my canvas
birth and death, my inspiration
love and loss, my intervention
life oxygenation
multicolored stations
interpretations, proclamations, improvisations
innovations, art in words
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
Forgive and Forget
Remember and Move On
Forgive, don’t Forget
Bitter Taste
Sour Memories
Erased Felonies
Scorned Remedies
Coping Modes
Scoping Words
Consequently Choice is Yours
You get what you are dealt
You give what you deal
In the reflection of lust, you may need fixed
In the image of love, you are a work in progress
In the reflection of lust, you may be disposable
In the image of love, you are irreplaceable
In the image of lust, you may be broken
In the reflection of love, you are complete
In the reflection of lust, you may take a number
In the image of love, you are the one
In the reflection of lust, there may be possessions
In the image of love, there is always progression
In the images and reflections of lust and love
What you choose to see yourself through matters
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