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Change


With the morning dew refreshed

thinking of a life redressed

How would it be,

a field of flowers

seeds planted in ground

no showers

should we dare grow

a colorless field

filled with different archetypes

side effects in plain view

sorted climate change

distorted by way of natures abstract

how would we think of  beauty

untamed


Windows


Windows
 
As far as the eye can see
adorned on non clothed canvasses
all shapes and sizes
More spectacular than anyone has 
imagined
 
Windows
 
waiting patiently to be opened
if even for a minute
to share the hidden treasure
only thoughts-
dare to explore
 
Windows
 
care not about your loyalty
or acceptance to fit in
 thinks nothing of your ability
laughs at attempts of normalcy
why? 
 
Windows
 
the eye to soul’s desire
a shield
to do what you have always dreamed
fortuity waits only for those with courage
with open fixtures, hands, and mind
 
Windows
 
digest all life, breathe will,
embrace dreams
and conquer indifference’s holding you back
every one has windows
to open
 
Windows
 
The opportunity exist
for your window to exhale

Conscious Mind


As the clock strikes
time hits close to home
I ponder the words you speak
bathe and soak in
emotions that breath
conceptions misconception
the miseducation
of feelings flight
rites
like a flower blossoming in favor of summer reign
I depend on you like the soil of
seasons change
Hoping that you return to replenish
again
lord forgive me for I am weak
give me the strength to find what I seek
my days are long and my will is at sleep
I feel failure for getting lost in achievements
feats
I have big dreams but tired of my same ole speech
when will I allow myself to live free
its the goal that I try to preach
ideals are nothing without the drive to complete
compete
mind over matter
I sharpen skills
where the outer shell is strengthened
and focus is in contention
yet
direction is still lacking
lost like a dream
like clouds storming over
all that nature owns
fields unable to predict
the outcome of natures act
the earth
forever wrapped in the wrath of evolution
life
force proving to be the strongest
element
yet able to be still and calm
it reflects
I search for my lost treasure to bare
serenity
in skills that will allow me to be fruitful and happy
giving my all to the things I love
people
that depend on my surrendering soul have faith
in my turnaround yet
patiently I wait
for the missing principle
that will govern my
exhale
my cries pray out to all whom listen
tithing tear drops as offerings
seeds to be planted in this life or the next
I only wish to provide
for those who know my consuming eyes
cry to sustain the dryness of red eyes and
lost flights
my struggle with growth
begins to unfold
the drama surrounds me as I sit here cold
wondering about the next steps
and what it takes for one to be bold
how do you make your dreams come true
while traveling the road filled with
forks
self doubt and being
poor.


Thoughts Memorandom


This is all for show
your-vision…
my-vision
equals, tell a vision
because it all seems like game to me
were we semen cursed
birthed and conditioned
in false idols and lost bibles
Oh!
I see
Im not better than you
but, your so much greater than me
I just wanted you to speak
be free
I struggle with
7
deadly sins daily
I notice not the temptation of
3+3 three times me failing
to fit in
I’m talking about being ok
to be ok with me
I’m talking about the boy
materializing his belongings to satisfy
longings of
her
who still thinks a dick
is the only night stick that makes rape
feel like the most painful pleasures robbing
her of mind body and soul
Im speaking on you
being false
aggravate change
manipulate strings
that will gain you objectified
personal means
lost beneath the light in the great ceiling
they say you are what you eat
you are what you see
you are a piece of the people you meet
we’re part of the tree
the apple that holds knowledge
to see you as you
and me as me
Am i the difference of Adam
and you Eve
because it seems we are faced constantly
with that strange fruit hanging from tree’s
inviting a world of paradise only few have gotten to see
In the end I am thinking about
you being you
me being me
and being satisfied to live free
without the care of knowing what
any one thinks
there is nothing more important than finding yourself
nor painful in denying yourself
you


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