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i keep asking myself that am i a friend unto myself if so why do i feel so much woe why is it i can't comfort myself in the middle of the night who is it missing when i squeeze myself and say it's alright you will make it there in thought unknown you will make it there you will find your way home it is not you who is lost it is the world who has not been found the inhabitants do not see through your eyes they do not feel the duty in the beauty round to keep her whole and safe do not let her soul escape with your last breath breath into the life that once was yours without the strife of keeping it together so tightly wound was the earth to others bond that all was free to be the ecstasy of simply me
I find myself intrigued by the mysterious beauty of the natural world. Cradled in the womb of love and understanding. Held within the hand of grace I am given the staff on which to base my life. So much I have to learn while laying upon her belly. inhaling the vapors of new growth surrounding me The earth is warm and cools my thoughts into dreaming. I am a new shoot sprouting curious thoughts about the fruits I will bear. So, I sprawl and taste the soil with my skin coating myself in scents of all that has passed before me. I sigh in the form of a purr for I am content to dissolve my illusions of completion. Looking around me I analyze that I will never be complete. I want to evolve and renew myself with the seasons. not artificially constructed. but alas I can not go about naked other than within my thoughts. for the space that surrounds me is habituated with societal features I find appealing So, analyze my intakes and find compromise. admitting I have failed my mother for I have wandered far from her table many times. I pray for her resurrection.
i want to move like a baboon. across my roof i want to climb the trees like a gibbon i want to crawl like a lizard but most of all i want to squat like a frog place my face in the hand of the land and drink from its tepid embrace the moves are extreme for one who has grown old and has learned to stand and sit proper but i want to grow young and replace my steps with those that show the weakening of discouragement
give me a heart that cares for more than under where's the love I deserve I must go out to the people and serve a bounty of caring without false hope that I will be there when things get dope together we will see the light and do what is right for each other's soul and show that the cornucopia is more than a bowl served one day in a season
to myself i must behave badly of late it seems. for i have quelled to speech the right to write what is inside of me until the brew of insanity mixed within my tea there is only one of mend the first batch of the day as morning had long broken the sky was papaya and pineapple and as i read the morning mail and lingered upon uneventful news. the flask had become low in its remains the greens shouted out at me and so into the blender went watercress and the rind of lime. next the stomach chirped i want more than brew. so out came the skillet mushrooms and broccoli too. zucchini, radish, and garlic Shanghai Bok choy and tomato sauce finished the stew. Topped off with white of rice strewn and mixed it was time for the complementary tea to fix lavender and rose petals to calm the redundant garlic now out to the garden I must go to sow something more than my being
I attest to thee I rest within these walls of hope and disagreement I am amble in my mistakes of amplifying fortitude I am gracious in my waking hours and long for the depths of wisdom of the ages I have walked before you were in my eye of existence you are grave in thought and hope beyond what is possible to escape without billowing sails of intellect circumstances for long penetrate the flesh the soul resides lingering above tethered on a shoo string but we relent in the possibilities of the ageless the unseen forces of a bygone day yourself respect is not lost upon the sea of neglect your dignity can be restored you will once again walk among the angels at your side are those who long to defeat you demons are within your grasp and belonging is within them too how can we retrospect what has been implied when we mix the two heaven and hell once were one before the great divide and then there was the bang that shook all that was inside the fury of independence
I am just a jumble a mess of thought in thought in wrought of what has befallen me in times of disgrace I have unleashed my soul so as to unwatch my behavior devoid of self respect I clung to the disclaimer of human I flung and tossed about conject aimed at me as it was a skipping stone upon the sea of neglect disheartened I sat down at the waves rippling effect on the air about me to gentle for words I began to breathe again I breathed as though I had no lungs no voice to project my terror that I was still alive in a body meant to harness stronger men my flesh grew weak through lack of judgement and my thought deteriorated so slowly that my skin crawled with weeping sores from above my head hung the halo I had discarded eons ago and never wore again
while I write my own thoughts hysteria of convictions self-containing thoughts of contradictions connections so obsolete that they create constraints outcomes are lost but the future is still there lingering on an outpost of resentment and turmoil why can't I get my thought s together to write a simple apology why can't I say I am sorry for all the grief I have caused you caused the world to self-inflict the horrors of imagination have loomed on the horizon the trepidation of trespass into a world of resolve with a single word could cease its loathing if only held with meaning and action sorry I have wronged you how can we rebuild this earth so that we may all live in harmony
I am so imbalanced at times it seems I'm riding a tidal wave to self-improvement and then I crash onto the shore of disillusion and confusion takes hold as I sink into the sands of weariness
even perfect people have stories they hide thoughts they do not share and acknowledgements they will not give or receive they may go into hiding just like the rest of us but peer through the widow a little more often their pain is no less real and they cry no less but it may be on the inside for perfect people are really good at keeping secrets so, they say as they rock on the crest of average
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