What is my experience
Loaded from past perceptions
Rhythm
Blood is the feeling
Dance like a zebra
A jungle in the desert
Beat ever pounding
Inward inward inward
Fading out
And lost.
Category: motivation
Full Love
Today I choose full love
That grapples at my conscious edges
My error code
Tumbling down dark mode numbered lines,
Plainly and painfully
Guarding my thought patterns
That lead me away from full love
Which I choose to keep today
In my basket of offline organics
Springing to life within me.
Deserveth
For if I got to sail’s end
Upon the glee of life
Should shake the dust
From each thy sword
To battle, ho! Thy fun!
Not of angry blood spilled
In trod battlefield,
Nor in a race of men,
But in thy quest of spiriting
Each bone amidst my quest.
Shake me, again!
For should I not arise
To meet each day with grit,
I should sooner be trampled afoot
Each horse drawing mighty Hades
Crumpled into an unfit mess
Deserveth of lack spent.
So gracefully, then,
I grab thy sword
Clean ‘er pommel to point
Place her not to rest at bay
Amidst cocooning leather bound,
Place her strong within thy grasp
Of ambition and desire for life!
Seasons
My main emblems
Have begun to fade
Into a soft glow
An aura
Of whispers and tilting
With wind bending
My point of view
So that birds land
Upon my boughs
To which I can take
No meaning hidden
And softly acknowledge
Ancient Gaia’s shift
As seasons go.
Fragments of Meaning
Take my visual fragments
And place them at the foot
Of an old chedi,
For I don’t want my queues
To scatter my own thoughts
Like a back alley
I’ve stood for too long admiring.
Take my meaning
And lessen it’s grip
For it crawls
And has not yet learned
The intricacies of
Falling and getting up,
Though these scuffed knees
Have surely tried
Against the pain.
Hold my hand and remember
That I’m not here for a long time,
This shall become dust
And my subscriptions shall expire
Like organics back to earth,
Like music into silence
For it is without question
That life surely begets death.
Beautiful Lines
Beautiful lines
Caress my pages –
Align my moments
With mysterious sages,
Which leaves me sitting
Amidst my cages
Wondering devilishly
Where art thy key?
Tonight’s Compression
Something beautiful
Wishing on me tonight,
Lamp light and electric steps
Don’t forget wishing in the sky
Dreaming like you and I,
Waves of magic filling
These golden eyes
That blur at edges
Compressing the turmoil silent.
Old Chedi
And so spoke the heart song
Softy renovating each edge
To include a space for memories
That helped caress harmony;
A state of living
That slowed down
And remembered to breathe
Like the infinite bliss
And awakening
Found while sitting
At the foot of old chedi.
Gold and What’s Glistening
When I heard softness
I knew heartness
I crawled and I creeped
Dotted lines and peaks
Covered the streets
Until I found the last
Of a thing I had past
Which began orobus
And did I remain
Lost in sweet rain?
Softening and listening
Gold and what’s glistening.
Forget
Forget
If there is anything left
For tomorrow
It shall be
What today
Had dreamed of.