….. into August..
Day 1/29… 29/1….
Synchronicity is the serving purpose. Sunsets serve the same purpose. One could say upon the same token, we are the same regardless of the flip,
For whatever side is showing, is authentic in its presence and shows face in spite of the face of the storm,
The vision given, is the vision living…
Live the vision you envision
I can’t sleep.
I’m searching for an adventure and all I can find is what we used to be. The images of lost love flooding in me. Every rock, every cliff, every waterfall reminds me of every memory.
I feel like I’m stuck in between denial and an acceptance. Please, I’m not really ignoring what has to be my new reality. I’m just begging to not be living in complacency, or coming to awareness latently.
And maybe my healing has had some setbacks, yet patiently, I encompass the path that is crumbling. That means I can recreate a way to walk more intentionally. In many ways I now can step more into authenticity and audaciously embrace a frame of fresh boundaries.
Respectfully, I request that in my presence we exchange more words of empathy, truly a way of communicating respondency. We could be paving more of a path where the only direction is for us to “be free.”
I can taste the healing almost as much as I see, and trust in the knowledge, like the tree, that I am rooted in life as often as it is life I’m living lovingly. This, breathing in and releasing, shifting daily, brings the direction needed in the exchange for the quest of love’s unexpected journey.
In how many women’s beds are you sleeping, when I have barely found any other worth a lusting,
Yet I do yearn for the day where I can be combusting
Long for the day where I can begin some trusting,
and then I’ll know that when I’m thrusting all of my energy and my love into another, it won’t be for the sake of your other lovers
And the thought of a man won’t make me shudder
Maybe his touch will make me remember, what it supposed to be like to be held, like an ember
Too hot to clutch too tight and hold too strong, yet just warm enough to stay by it’s fire all day and night long
Stoking it with passion, not fear nor threat, knowing that the licking of the flicking from the flames are coals compared to what’s yet
Cosmos and campfires will combine into the one universe it is, and then, I will be content knowing, that side of the bed, is no longer his.
What heart withstands the dripping of each individual grain of sand as it etches it’s way over the lining of curves bending with timing of plans cut away in fine degrades like the waves pull away the landing demanding the heart to beat stronger and hold on longer to the top of the hourglass and try not to let the sand drip fast as the current casts its blast against the glass the encasing is weakened with the forces impeding against the grains, strained to maintain a cadence in refrain, it becomes inflamed and infectious with the pain of all the drops of sand crammed atop a sieve while desperate to live free from the thrashing of sand crashing, keeping from healing as the inside layer is peeling away any chance of congealing reality into a stream of softness, the scratches only compress the experiences of time loss from times less care was given each time it’s sand etched it’s sharp part into the fiber of grief’s heart
It was kind of an… “you’re worth more than …” feelin’
going through some more stuff and I have been thinkin’
about those who value people who value human livin’
learning how to navigate through is equally sad and empowering.
It was a coming out of the moment of a twisted rejection
those who want to believe bullshit will be a bullshit evaluation
and those that want to know the light… well,…. they’ll stay golden.
Wouldn’t you know that the sun came up again, i guess it’s time to smile
Wouldn’t you know, you have many blessings ahead, I guess it’s time to smile
Look at how they gather, I guess it’s time to smile
Look at how they look at you, I guess it’s time to smile
Don’t you know how lovely the day is, I guess it’s time to smile
Don’t forget the love shared with them all, I guess it’s time to smile
Feel the sorrow on your own, gotta keep that smile
Feel the joy of those earth side, gotta keep that smile
Kept inside to only the few that know, all day long I smile
Kept away from the earthside world, all day long I smile
No one here did they know, how could they with the smile
No one should ever have to know, or save face behind the smile
#bereavedmothersday #honoringarchaea #archaeaelore
Place the hat upon my head sir, as it appears I am a dunce or perhaps a jester. I have to laugh at myself as I fail to be a quest of which you sequester. Im just a guest here, a pat on the ass of fine stature. A statue of marbling fractures you pass by in the court yard, falling apart as I try so hard to make you laugh and request more, of me.
Asking to see what I bring. Asking to see what kind of performance I will sing, and will I jump through the rings the master holds out for the show to the whole audience be seen, you and they clap, end scene, it’s dark.
Did I play the part? Was the flute not good enough, should have played the harp? The harp not talented enough, I offer snow whites heart. Actually a pigs, but the knife wasn’t sharp. I worked so hard to make you see the chard’s layering in the prankster cards, did I make you laugh?
Passed out now from my undisciplined efforts for attention. Regardless of all the qualities I offer that you like and mention. I guess I have to remember the intention, and that it is rarely the same as mine and so my spirit needs an intervention. Rest easy myself, rest from self contention. Entertaining on others peoples stages are not my destination, so I dance for myself, no other explanation.
What was taken, I shall take back, no matter how long it takes,
For each day that was stolen, I shall steal them back, no matter if the time is a stow away,
Moments never earthed living, we will live on earth now, honoring the life at all stakes
What was taken, I will give back to you, in cherished moments each day
Gazing further than my eyes have ever reached before, I refocus on my growth once more. In renewal of my driving force, closing of one and an opening door.
I’ve given more of me, even while I’m all gone. Perhaps proof to myself that my love still gives out strong. And even though I’ve yearned you for so long, the lack of exchange makes me feel so so wrong.
Again, I see the value of this present escape of another abyss. Yet through the silent rejection, I hope for true bliss. How can my soul be alone, a craving a touch Ive never missed? Lost in a dream in a sealing of connection with a fresh lovers kiss.
Snapping back to reality I am forced to be driven. Daily I climb from the pool of sorrow I swim in. From the dripping of the tears of hopes that I sit in, I’ll present to you the reflection of you in all that I glisten.
I suppose I had hoped for a bit more closure,
an in person good bye
Instead I got the same end of the same sort of college boy sly
I guess it’s over, I have to give it a rest
After three and half years,
I had hope for more than an “I’m not good enough” text
I am betting I’ll never quite heal that part,
the ripping away
I thought maybe you’d try to ask me to stay
I should have known that you’d be a ghost
Not trying to save us, that hurts the most
Perhaps I should stop thinking,
drop it for real
I realize now like then,
you truly don’t care how I feel
I can literally feel my heart breaking,
cracking more with each day
Screaming loudly inside for peace,