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
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
Sometimes
If you pause
Take a deep breath
Inhale gratitude, abundance, strength, forgiveness, and love
Exhale greed, lacking, unable, grudges, and hate
You live a lot more peaceful
To experience life at its fullest
Extasy resounding vigilance
Commotion diverting distortion
Chaotic organized emotion
Contortion flexible corrosion
sometimes extreme
sometimes unseen
subtle whisper in loud forms
To experience life in all its words
cutting wedges into pores
osmotic permeable roles
You must dare to open that one door
You must dare to live outside the “norm”
Love is caring
Love is kind
Love is bold
Love is wise
Love is many things
For the peasants and kings
The real deal is surreal
without suffocating
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