Happiness is merely the control of depression. Acknowledge  depression as a necessary existence in your life. Letting it run its course and violently destroy in silent mayhem. Letting its pain, its blank, numbness of all feeling whilst at the same time in unexplainable fashion, the most horrendous type of pain ever felt, happen. Let it feel as if, all that which once burned so beautifully within you crumbles as ash in your blood. Ash being evidence passionate fires once danced there.  

However, don't ******* dare let depression control how you bask in the bliss of its absence. Bask with dance, bask with that one song you always blast in the car with your best friend and as soon as it comes on, you just look at each other and sing loud with your head out of the car window, bask in bliss as if you were the sun that basks in clear blue skies.

Sharing a shine which somehow seems brighter, with the songs of the birds playing tunes of a deeper love, and the warmth of rays you've always liked yet took for granted become ever so lovely following a harsh, seemingly endless winter.

Let depression happen, it's never for forever. You can't control when depression will come, just as we can't control the weather. Like the clouds, depression will leave the sky in time to bask in more sunshine.

Things will get better, it will all happen naturally. Depression will come and go in an endless loop throughout life, though, like a pesky fly trapped in a room it will blindly and anxiously wisp and weave its way deep within our souls, but like flies depression will always look for a way out. Even if we open the door immediately, flies will move with anxiety, they want to leave though don't realize a wall is there until they've already hit it. They'll linger, get lost and give up for awhile. We can open the door and watch with anger until we come to mirrior the fly, become anxious, why won't this fly leave? Maybe this fly is here to stay? You wake up everyday to sunshine beeming in your face, until one day you could no longer ignore it, so you open your door to leave and enjoy it, coming home to notice the fly left with you, and didn't come back. Happiness is merely holding the door open for depression to leave.

I look and i spread wide
Connection established, i am in your mind

I see lust and lonesome , i understand
I see jealousy and greed , i understand

I am sad. What have become of woman and man?

I don't back down in front of your mediocre thoughts
You lack of soul , you lack of trust

I open my eyes, and i rise
There is only one answer, no need to analyse

It is a vicious network, i am omniscient
I live and capture it, this pure moment

Spending my days aware, i am everywhere
I combine intangible layers

I am here , will you ever notice?


Words Of Harfouchism.

I sit still reflecting on my past
Confabulating my way into a mind blast

I fear my end to be in this dark cell
I wait silently the tolls of the bell

The tolls of my freedom and my greatest strenght
The limitless powers resting in my depth

I lie to myself and my self lies to me
Am i many? Or my mind plays tricks on me?

From my cell i see a distant light beam
Still i can't tell if this is true or dream

Words Of Harfouchism

By Arcassin Burnham

How did I sleep on this?
How did I manage to keep myself in this charade
Any longer then I need to even fathom if I believed you,
It still wouldn't be the same,
Everyone is a victim,
Pushing lies on one another just to see how it
Will impact them,
I've been there,
Done that,
For sure it wasn't an impact,
It was an improvement to see how fake people
React,
Thinking out loud,
Days have became a bit solid and filled with
Magnolias,
Sorry that there's no trace of psychedelia,
Just me and a couple of snacks with a liter root beer
Sitting in the corner of grandma's room,
Flowers keep blooming outside putting roots on
The wall and savoring the roof.

Dear David:

We are deeply gratified that you gave us the opportunity
to read your poems.  Notice that we say “opportunity”
rather than “submission,” for truly you graced us with works
of such enduring power, so sublime, so transcendent,
that our humble words scarce can adequately praise
the sacred privilege of reading them.

Seldom, no, never has human experience been so distilled,
so purified, so exalted, yet so exposed
in all its paradox, its shades and sunbursts,
shouts and silences, the hiding places redolent of inner light,
as in these timeless works.  

A calm breeze from the desert’s edge at dusk,
the chatter of a mockingbird at dawn,
the rumble and crash of a hidden waterfall,
the laughter of a child unseen in a cool wood’s shade,
emanate so intensely from the shapes of these letters
that our faith in the power of language to evoke reality
has been nourished and restored to its proper place.

However, we regret to inform you
that your poems do not meet our needs at this time,
which are for relevant poems for the upcoming
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We hope you will consider us for future opportunities.

Sincerely,

The editors of ******* Quarterly

Crawling over broken glass for adoration,
Acceptance and fulfilment
The heart beats fraily
Hemorrhaging with disappointment

The world spoke promises that never came back
Occasionally they echo in mocking reverberation
The D man below eager, drinking and licking
Every drop leaking from my sour cuts

The world is beautiful with its facades
Encouraging young roses bloom beautifully
But then they wither sadly
The sky leaks happy showers occasionally
That dissolve in a sea of sourness

I look out from my pensive window
Streets are washed in acidic struggles
Trees suffocated and emaciated
Someone once cared for them
Now they don't

Sadistic eyes stare at me
As i watch the world from my window
I dare not step out, I retreat to my cocoon
Where it is just me and my faithful alphabets

Unconditionally the love
Faithfully they never let go
I roll and twirl them into a bandage for my wounds
So the horned man below does not **** life out of me

You are the tourist through my wild feelings
You visit intermittently with expectations
Seeking gratification to your longing
You have the best of time then you are departed

We have unrivaled fun when you are here
But before long you are gone and I remain alone
Sharing my blues with my ink and brush
And my happiness with my faithful alphabets

You awe and oh
Confusing scars for beauty spots
Why dont you stay
Face my predators with me

I may paint a mountain of hope
Which you will admire but never climb
I may paint a dispossessed face
But it will never be you

You may imagine yourself in my shoes
But you will never wear them
I may touch your heart
But I may never win it

My wild feelings are the coke
That give you a temporary high you seek
Ours is no strings attached so I wake up alone
Feeling empty after a night of excitement

You like me but you wont stay
I will give you the best time when you visit
And miss you when you are gone
When its just me and my faithful alphabets

the etching of
reflection in a china bowl
full of water,
our love
uncovering tiny silver
stars on the horizon.