swiftly
hurtling and
chortling along my way,
life smacks
me in my eye and i smile.
continuing a journey
which
continues till the end,
i welcome you too,
my furry and confused friend.
running towards unkown pain,
or pleasure.
my heart skips with
delightful fear.
where?
when?
how?
who cares?
who
the fuck
cares?
sweeping across to lands
not yet seen.
I see
my
destiny
flowing by,
with the grace
of a thousand
angels seeking climax-
simultaneously.
i begin
with my tears on my fingertips.
dreaming
and
hoping
that you can really see
me.
me.
but you can’t,
so i place those tears back
into my eyes,
for another day.
and soon,
i begin again.
keep it moving
and keep it
to yourself.
keepsakes and krack vials,
the fucKing
kkk;
keep narrow
keep small,
keep clean of nicotine-
you will keep
breathing.
i keep my own counsel,
and keep my eyes down.
i am not your keeper
but please,
keep
looking out,
for me.
i say
&
you say
&
we say,
together:
there must
be
another
way.
cuz,
like,…..
Life
Finds
A
Way
but,
can we find our way towards
living a Life worth living?
kindred souls
sing in
harmony.
so my friend,
i’d be honored
if you would
sing with me.
once,
not too long ago,
i felt
alive.
but,
perhaps that was just
a dream
i shared
with you
&
you
& you too.
i have run
479
consective
marathons
holding my breath and
waiting
for that
spark.
my legs are still strong,
and
my feet feel like feathers.
i could run 479 more
but,
I
will
stop
now.
i will stop
and
close my eyes
and
breathe
again
….like i did
before my first step.
I’m so greedy,
I will breathe again,
and again,
and again, and again…
slowly
………..
deeply
………..
passionately
………..
i breathe again,
and open my eyes:
the race is over.
my journey has finally begun.
I have decided to smile
more. why not?
I’ve not lived
saintly,
but i smile
beatifically
because,
i can
see
the flawed beauty
within
me.
so
I will smile at you,
cuz i am selfishly
really smiling
at me
I’m a bastard, I know.
but I love…
it’s easy
in winter’s snow
to glance
back from which we have come
and mourn the loss
of that past perfection.
a time for reflection.
a time to hide from the cold
and uncertain present,
and to roam free on clouds of nostalgia.
a time to reminisce
and weep.
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.
slipping
softly into the
present,
i miss those days
yet to come.
those days,
that shall never
come
again.
so vivid
is the memory
of that dream
that
I close
my eyes
and feel
myself wrapped
tightly,
in nothing.
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