
With the morning dew
I rise
thankful for each breath, each sight, each scent
The fact that I can move my limbs
enunciate thankful musical hymns
Simple things my younger self depreciated
Simple things my older self appreciates

With the morning dew
I rise
thankful for each breath, each sight, each scent
The fact that I can move my limbs
enunciate thankful musical hymns
Simple things my younger self depreciated
Simple things my older self appreciates

Caress that heals
Touch that peels
Years of sanity
Dumped to the abyss
Empty valleys
Decaying myths
One touch can soothe
One-touch pruning off our core
wasted adorn
For one touch can build
One touch can demolish
Caress that remodels
Embrace that rebottles
One must be mindful
The power of connection
Mirage or Fulfilled embrace

When the weather is dry
We want rain
When the rain comes
We want dry land
When the snow forms
We want sunlight
When the sun heats up
We want cooler weather
When our hair curls
We want straight strands
When is a guaranteed change
Nothing is ever the same
The pause to be thankful and be
Becomes the only constant
Until When

Sometimes Faith
Is all that holds me
When despair knocks at my door
Anxiety burdens my core
Overwhelm beckons my soul
Inability drowns my existence
Sometimes
In those moments
Life the enforcer
Pushing us to pause
The unknown is the abyss
But the unseen becomes wings
Parallel opponents
Synchronized components
Cyclical Muse
That carries me over
One more day
I Believe

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

The flicker of a candle
Insignificant handle
That takes a room from dark to light
When every corner seems obscure
Your flickering shadows adorn
Providing light and even warmth
How insignificant a candle must be
To light an entire room
Unnoticed beautiful flame
Scented soothing aromas
Filling my nostrils and senses
Manifestation of places and faces
Spiritual haven
Wings of the Raven or Crow
Ancestral flow
In your light my spirit grows

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

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

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

Moments are not lifetimes
Lifetimes are not moments
Your pile of moments
Creates a lifetime
You are a prisoner of a lifetime
Not realizing your freedom
Is in every moment
you get to breath
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