Alone in the wind,
Blowing me once again,
Someplace, far off from here.
Better to live admist, breeze and mist,
In the clouds, awaiting a writ
To come on down, from a supposed higher power
Than labor on the wager
That things get better.

I have religious obsessions
Very, very American
Tryin' to break free
Ain't doin' too well

Have not been to Mexico yet
Have been to Nara
Wedding in Tokyo
And Tel Aviv, Israel

My children not baptized
Nietzsche says God died
I liked Malahide
Ain't no tongue can tell

Quiet little libraries
USPS
Annihilation my best guess
But with the Rebel Yell

          Ay! Ay! Ay!

Can you see it?
Can you recognize it?
Can you feel it?
Can you touch and embrace it?
Can you become the very best person you can be?
Can you right the wrongs?
Can you?
I knew that you could
You can be a work in progress.

C@rainbowchser2023

Just a few years,
Not nearly enough.
But it was my life.
The time to which I
always go.
The time of which
I dream.
How could it be my world?
So limited, so full.
Just a bit of time.
My purpose.

Everything is often equal parts.
Part good, part bad.
Part full, part empty.
Never a whole.
Not all bad.
The memory left
is the true taste.

if I close my eyes and fall like forever
deeper and deeper, just deep enough
I can feel the speed of the earth
it spins me further away from the path of harm
if you want to know me just look at the clouds
they carry the rythm of my tears
far away into the roundness of a blue heart

My eyes see it.
My heart feels it.
My hands know it.

Love is within you for me to various degrees.

If these three things don't accept it?
Then I am a lost hope to love.
You my dear, is strictly wonderful.

lonely isolation
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