There’s a secret in heaven
In the vines weaved through the overcast
Of a leafy canopy
Someone sleeps in the gathering
Of rain puddles and
Drips like the liquid
In an IV
They say,
Someday
We will be free
From our lost ideals
And speak the last words
We can muster
Someday
We will hear them floating in the
Particles of the wind
And become the stories
That the earth
Tells to the stars

abysmal feelings rise & fall
society hurts a shattered soul
I hate connection,
  proximity burns
     victims stay victims,
       till that victim learns;
       all you have is yourself,
      scarred yet starred-
    with glints of hope
amid the tar
hurts to know no one
understands
   trivial matters
     flare up in fiery lands -
       of hatred subtly
         thrown into your heart
          like an eternal hearth, none
         cares to help put out
     hurts to know the perpetrator
   gets more sympathy
than the one who's crying
at his torn dignity

Acquire,
Aspire,
Desire
Fire
If your fire goes out
Find a way to relight it
In between the heart break
Required
Retire to something you really want to accomplish that you pushed aside
Inspire yourself
and others

C@rainbowchaser2023

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" i want to be propelled into the nebula  .   * ' '   ,
to the transcendental lanscape of a billion stars
~ cumulonimbus cloud of cosmic oblivion "
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~
scarlet wind sails
upon an ultrasounding wave,
postcards from tiny islands;
nebulous, indefinable, floating,
fresh as a field
of crackerjacks;
nodding happily
from minute one,
celebrating the mountains
and valleys of being alive
in excelsis; irresistible and impish
in its understated insinuations.
~

Just join the pain,
someone said once......
truth,
but it's only half the truth

He knew it later
luckily he saw this at time
and he could be happy
Thanks  Ursula!

your foot on the gas:
a brick of immovable motive
forcing us into the future,
one we will not like.

if only my screams rang louder
than the toxins your brain swam in,
drowning you in other,
maybe we would've stopped.

there's another pedal, you know.
no, you didn't listen.
a bridge was crossed that day.
the tangible now torn down,

my abstract just as well:
an ever-widening chasm caught between us two.
i knew your secrets then;
i wish i knew how to drive.

My mother tells me that we will
Never be friends.
Today I believe it.
Love poisons our blood
And familiarity kills
conversation.
I look at her emotionlessly
So to block her influence.
She is an expert at exploiting
The slightest ****** waver,
Or any emotional advantage she
Could have over you.
She will make you wrong
Through verbal martyrdom.

I won't let her speak to me
Like she does the weak who
Are too polite or too submissive
To fight her.
Her style of English is cutting,
Self-righteous, honest, rude, unscientific, emotional, aggressive and often violent.
Never elegant.
She thinks the world is a battleground.
She is often incompetent and on top of that headstrong - to compensate for her ignorance.
She is sometimes funny, and sometimes kind.
She tells me we will never be friends.
Today I believe it.
I will not confide. I will not smile.
I will not joke, I will not listen.
I will help but I won't speak.
I will keep the talk small.
We will never be friends.