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Unbelievably Unbelievable

"Unbelievably unbelievable" were the words whispered in my head,

Interpersonal voice narrating the fate left in my stead.

Pondering happiness and virtue, my confidence is nill;

I used to wish upon a star but now I wish to feel.

I repeat these words in my head every single day,

I revisit my past experience and wish that I could stay.

I waste my time in this pain of mine, daily i wish for day to end.

All this time in this life of mine wasted so I may comprehend.

The day to day imbalance, life traded for time once lived;

Memorial injustice in memories I won't forgive.

Why must we live behind our eyes in prisons with no retreat?

Why must we lay awake all night attempting to find our peace?

Why can I not be happy, who am I to reinvent my calm?

I believe that it is possible yet life is proving me forever wrong.

 

Guilt, forever always meaning only in the end,

Do we ever find ourself with the ability to transcend.

Only on that last day are we together with our flaws.

Only in that last day will we find the windows to our walls.

Only with that last breathe will we know with which we lived,

And only with that last thought will we be ready to forgive.

 

 

 

 

 

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Palate

Folder: 
Simple Thoughts

"So fleeting,

the feelings that need to be written,

so we try,

lest we forget,

 

because we can end the story

right here.

 

 

 

But the writer didn't quit,

there's more than just words

to be conveyed,

painted.

 

So coast,

let the feelings become a little older,

bolder, embolden the taste

and let your mind

 

slip into space

where much will be needed,

actual space,

for too much had happened today,

 

looking for a place to be.

Matter of fact,

every little thing

had it's own story,

 

poetry to be painted for,

but the encompassing tone

is the gratuity of it all,

the gravity of thanks,

 

given time and again,

and how that can make

heartfelt words

turn empty.

 

A day

full of so many happenings

can dilute

the flavor of each herb;

 

the finite details 

of a singular moment

crowded by 

too many spices.

 

The palate becomes overwhelmed,

tastes come all sides, 

pungent, 

assaulted with bitter flavors,

 

or salty experiences. 

Even the savory, slow

succumbing to sweet memories

can lead to sour smiles.

 

Too strong a concentration

on the subject of flavor,

and you lose the whole picture,

the entire day.

 

Exertion, 

parading down the street,

or a humble pawn in the presence

of greatness,

 

balance is best

to appreciate the meal, if you will.

To appreciate every moment,

and the entire day they build."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A day full of so many flavors can distract your appreciation for the entire day itself.

Immortal

I don't need to be reminded

      that its all meaningless

I feel the slow hours tick by

      from my already too short life

 

Another breath

Another bottle

Another wasted day gone

 

Fill my lungs with cancer

      And why?

I don't die faster

Fill my gut with liquor    

      The pain doesn't leave

 

Why try when there is no end

I refuse to race without finish

"Everything is meaningless, says the teacher"

Listless at my own apathy

I don't care to care

       I can't 

Because it doesn't matter

 

Why live for life's sake?

Why die to end it?

 

All is without purpose

"Everything is meaningless, says the teacher."

 

The Wind is Never Too Late

Folder: 
Wayward Motions

The Wind is never too late
Minutes and hours may pool into an endless shadow clock
but She cares not for the tick tock tick tock
She has been cast into many worlds
With no hope to ever unfurl

Ravaged with unrest
We seek Her company but know not what is best
For Her

She curls Her arms in a lover's embrace
We reach out in hope
We leave with despair

To Her
we are a ghost of live's past
we are a measure of time She cannot understand
we become dust in Her shapeless lands

And yet... the Wind is never too late
She casts Her endless touch
Hoping        needing        yearning

She is here
She is now
She is always
(The past cannot present itself
when the future was never there)

Sadness beckons, widens, and burdens
And like a loose cannon
we shoot out into the distance
reaching out for anything

To hold
To conquer
To master
To love

But, The Wind... She knows
She is never too late
She catches our follies when we become one with the daisies
She carries our songs which blankets those worlds
She chronicles our stories and heralds them across endless sands

The Wind is here
The Wind is now
The Wind is always

For us
For Her

Author's Notes/Comments: 

After returning from a trip to the mountains I am finding myself in unrest. I miss the wind across my face. I miss the serenity of the forests. I miss many things and yet I aim to adjust the sails of reality and move forward. Hopefully, soon.

Leanan Sidhe

My heart aches

It yearns for my beloved 

A fire long kindled burns within 

 

She is not of the Earth

Her scent is in the wind

Her voice in the rain

 

Oh how I long for her!

 

She is ever before my eyes

When I wake she is beside me

When I sleep she holds my soul

 

I quiver with desire for my mate

 

She is more precious than diamonds

Than mountains of choice silver

Golden is her smile

Seafoam and starlight in her eyes

 

Oh how I yearn for her!

Polaris

Folder: 
Light and Dark

A solitary star

Distant and cold

Amid a universe of shadows

 

It shines alone

Small and white

It glows alight

Clean and bright

On its own tonight

 

Near the horizon

Resting between heaven and earth

War

The dream

Always the same dream 

A sun covered in blood 

Over a field of grey

Lifeless thousands 

Innocents where Death took them

Now waiting for judgement

Waiting to judge

Blackness with a red star

Shining down on the aftermath 

Death has a large appetite 

Its jaws bite down on all

Gnawing on their inanimate bodies

The dying are crying out against it

But their life is but a candle in a breeze

Soon to extinguish

They were but innocents 

Caught in the crossfire

But not I

Too long have I fought this war

Come Hades, come quickly old friend

My time is near 

And I am tired

Take me

Treading Water

What's the purpose in this life of mine
To keep swimming in an ocean without end
The tide pulling me far from shore
They say I'm fine
That I'll survive
But I'm only human
My strength is leaving fast
How long can I stay afloat?
I sink into nothing
A world where I can't breathe
Fire within but water without
Suffocating
Floating
Flying
In poisoned air
Finally a dream come true
A never ending dream
Isn't life beautiful?
It is now...

Dinosaurs

 

The Dinosaurs are gone
They lived a 100,000,000 year
Their spirit is around us
Silent, but I can hear
'Enjoy your time small ones
We know what must come to be
For all that you are now
So once were we'.

 

 

S.L.Simpson

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