Life has begun to show me a kindness a misted view of how humbly one can strive in a valley of dead-lifting.

A piling parsimonious defeat. In the channels that flow upstream upwards toward the acres of new horizons beyond gaze. As far as an eye can see in most even undreamt day dreams.

A seamless reality on a contingent stride to meet the sky, whispering gratitude back to the earth's magnificent glory.

  A dazed pubescent mother that swallows sorrow and taken tomorrows for life she burdens and bears the fruit of care for.

Balanced in with what she is meant to have met her stars gift of dust to starlit pyres, tokens of her untouched yearning desire
to become wholly held beyond what she seas of floods and misinterpreted whispered gratefulness.

She gifts her lives held dear to bear witness the love of this blanket she swims in for eternities to come.
It's in this balance the sky takes the weight of her world so that the sun may come to shine again

through her clouded pained judgements to meet her purpose.

Flowering the depths of what is beautifully within her she conceives it weeping on in bitter days of rain.

Rooted in her veins is known the chasm of warm surface felt sunny days.

Mother nature Cried
Tears of hate Acidic rain
martyred agony and pain

A union of hearts
melds ambition true to how and when we fell
electric chasms create new sparks of life

I’ve dreamt this moment too fast lived before
naïve and vulnerable I found my strength

the air fills the void of how I’ve longed for you
we meet again at the interchange of finding meaning
lifelessness, a self-doubt, it bought me death
gaze is all it took

part of you deep within where it counts
The imperfection Caresses
the moisture tension

Feeling static friction, the Primal intention
Buried under sleep where mortals coil
when words null

Heightened senses become insurrected
Ignorant Spectrums fall for a god in dazed apathy
un-availed equivalence to
an outer aura acquiescent  
to the union a manifested eye to our empire sky

slow motion beat to pores that drip synchronicity
that is no longer a day dream away
tasting your body heat

my heart paces through thoughts
my mind races trying to sew back the lace of a gift
to give to a potential new face
to my surprise there is no trace of a place
i left this gift
a blank and empty space
tracing back the time in steps to remember
i have to forget
i had no regret
because i still loved you yet
i have to erase this memory of you
into a faceless new tied shoe
one begins to walk away
from a today being empty
thoughts of you ever so tempting
get over it said
isn't felt so simply

here sitting with a broken heart
not mended since the beginning when did it start
spackled and paved by the hand handing over the space in my chest
with trust and misused expectation's "limitation" to the cracks in its foundation i must give it a rest for whom i thought it knew best
fixed and tricked in confused contemplation
loss of self is its own condemnation
as the condensation wells up against the pane of a blank faced window
simply learning how and what to feel as an old relationships  widow
fogged is the sea cups filled pouring out of me
lost in its wake in boat tides
afloat the ache begins to stain a faded memory
deceived to what isn't meant to be even a possibility
i am being set free adrift a journey of new opportunity
harnessing my own serenity i am relieved to no longer grieve
what i mean to me

The days are long. time is short
living, there is always time
tomorrow never meets the eye as the hours fly
naive to deny spoken words never made a difference
in this instance of inference
looking back in time was good
feeding my mind a lie
confused and misunderstood
halting progression of a footstep to slide
only to hide self doubt and oppression
moving toward a better profession
life gains speed picked up by
and kicked up by gravel
the gavel is broken