listen………
breathe……………,
and hear the nothing-
ness
that explodes from your nurtured heart.
inspired by a million little
instances,
each one
more perfect than
a
single
grain
of
sand.
there is a song in that quiet empty.
a song of longing,
a song of love.
let the song take you.
let it
make you.
open your chest and join the chorus.
this is your song
too.
a thirst for adventure
but not the water in your bowl.
…
a hunger for affection
but not meat and bones.
…
you have appetites still,
that this world cannot fill.
so prepare to continue on your way.
preparing yourself.
preparing us.
why must you go
and leave me?
so many journeys we’ve taken
together.
but on this one,
you go
alone.
you will live in my heart, and my sweet memories
(of course that’s what they ALL say),
but
I want your stinky fur in my nose.
I want your cold nose pressed to my neck.
I want to see you run
free,
constantly teaching
me how
to be a free
being.
But your job is done:
My soul IS free.
My heart is full.
My most precious treasure,
protected, safe, and STRONG.
we are wiser
for you.
for you,
my lovely beast.
lost in this world, but
for you.
thank you
shadowy tendrils
of doubt
strengthen tested infirmities:
real and imagined.
do i really deserve to fly?
do i really deserve to dream?
am i right,
to love without reason?
have i truly set myself free?
anger
fear
and righteousness
all fell
away (not too long ago).
but doubt-
fed by desire,
creativity,
and hope,
shrinks and grows with every breath.
how do i bear this love for life?
how do i live this love for me?
how do i share this love with the world?
and,
how do i share this love with you?
—–just shaddup and buy the damn game.—–
—————the Time is Now———–
star’s light
burns.
so you look down
and nuzzle the earth.
such grand ethereality
shall not stain and mar your filthy wonder.
earthbound and grounded,
you seek your element.
so
be elemental.
so,
be simple.
the new
beauty,
is
basic.
or,
perhaps….
By Grace,
and By Love,
you have missed your calling:
pigs don’t fly,
but you ain’t no pig.
i mourn
the loss of your wings.
i mourn
the loss of your flame.
please come back up
and wipe my tears away.
ivy
clings on grave
things.
&
i miss
you, and
i love(d) you.
you taught me
to dream, and
now i can fly.
you taught my
heart to sing,
and now i fight
with a smile
and a swing.
You
were
Love,
and
Love
never
dies,
so
i will always be with you,
Tanty.
thank you.
rising
and
flying
tumbling
&
falling
repeat
repeat
repeat
sweeping across to lands
not yet seen.
I see
my
destiny
flowing by,
with the grace
of a thousand
angels seeking climax-
simultaneously.
summer days glide in under a fog
hot and sticky, rolling lazily like a hog
and in these days of indolent pleasure
we have time to admire life’s true treasure:
the experiences we feel, be them bitter or sweet
are magical because of the people we meet.
new souls all filled with that spark of life
although some may cut wickedly, like very a sharp knife.
but we roll right along, learning and growing
all the time deep inside we are sowing
the seeds for a future, filled with success-
every dip of the wave is followed by a crest.
life is a wheel, on which we all ride
and it moves quite similar to the tide
quite often we’re on top, riding without hurt
but then we must sink, to be ground into dirt.
and at these times, as we struggle to breathe
in our heart and soul, we must continue to believe
that we will rise again, and soar so damn high
we are angels, all of us, destined to fly.
born
within the trembling loins
of Cowardice,
the strength needed
to purify,
and to heal
comes
when
we are at our weakest
and most vulnerable.
and
the
band
played
on.
the past
hides
deep within
the fog of nostalgia.
mist
clouded eyes
recall the
joyful camaraderie
found in
shared solitude.
time’s torch
lights
the truth:
a vision unique
cannot be seen
by any,
other
than you –
and maybe me.
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