it is too late evil is upon us
the days for preparation are over
war has begun
battles have been lost
while you have been sleeping in the sun


@journeyofdays

before
during the rains
cascades thundered
relentless
even without obvious clouds
distant weather systems
fed the tributaries of anger and insult
capacity endlessly breached


substrate delicately formed over time by layered injury
the dam holds firm
for the most part
every so often, words seep through
coursing gently down the lee side
sobbing

a welling up occurs less often now
barely cresting
only when the pain returns
memories then tumble over
free falling in a riot of muted grey
streaming

so explains
an evolution of tears

@journeyofdays

born of blast furnace heat
swirling and shimmering
skies rained blood

earth sodden
enriched with grief
it seeps to transition

passage via roots
of long dead trees
leaching through depths

shredding and stripping
the substance of life
constituents left behind

now neophytes release
into the next phase
in the evolution of tears

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tears have colour

red
fresh tears created in battles
they gnaw away at the wounds
dashing away in torrents
uncontrolled
wild
draining and savage
mixing with the red rain
the acid of injury
the trail is ****** and raw
rubble left drenched
painted
then soaked to the core
the phase of red tears.

purple
here begins
the agony of the heart
purple tears
are razors
they slice
cutting away
at a mind left in tatters
shredding itself within loops
purple tears leak randomly
chasing the what ifs
around and around and around
on tilted merry-go-rounds
spraying centrifugal patterns
onto canvases previously untouched
the phase of purple tears

black
tears of black herald possession
symptoms of poison
the rot of insult
moral injury tracking through veins
distorting sight
and clouding the remnant mind
black tears ooze
sticky with regret and anger
they recreate battles
some that never happened
they fuel the movies of revenge
give off a cold smoke
that distorts time
they can shine brightly
creating the illusion
of strength and restoration
black tears are the trap
offering paths down perpetual loops
the phase of black tears

blue
these tears are tricky
they look normal
but carry the code of injury
blue tears are loaded with emotion
irrationally
they course away in silent sobs
leaving the DNA of injury
residue on everything they touch
unwanted and unwarranted
they track along the scars left behind
those barely healed from the red phase
blue tears are often habit forming pastimes
shoehorning themselves into the spaces where
the light has begun to shine through
chasing away the recovered moments of normal
they crave medication
and feed on isolation
they are needy fellows
and linger haplessly
the phase of blue tears

green
marks a turn in the path
green tears are productive
rewards for growth
indicating better days
more steps forward than back
sometimes they smell sweet
and are infused with joy
and in an odd combination with happiness
tactile responses to finding a way back
not to where you came from
but to where you are mean to be
green tears have no shadows
the come from a different origins
they heal pain while documenting memories
new skill learnt
converting dark to light through green
not easily replicated
a new born foal on wobbly legs
they take time to master
forgiveness is possible with them engaged
the phase of green tears

so explains the colours in the *evolution of tears



@journeyofdays

what was it like living in exile
you tell me how it was meant to be
you constructed that hell with your own hands
poisoned the water and salted earth
created smoke fires devoid warmth
you planned my death
a permanent exile
and you nearly got your wish

@journeyofdays

the faerie is unwell
irrationally suspicious of motives and voices
even poker games with his shadow
descend into  farce
wth accusations and malevolent glares

@journeyofdays

the faerie is unwell
sitting alone
schooling her blank stare
and feigning apathy
while her shadow
administers botox to her brow
in a game of darts by candle light.

@journeyofdays

the faerie is unwell
his shadow drags him
everywhere
regretting taking him to parties
due to the muttering and monologues
the fashionable goggles he insists on wearing
are dark and distort perception

@journeyofdays

the faerie is unwell
her sociopathic tendencies
are stamped in pretty, intricate, mosaics
across her wings
she backs herself in every game
and games everyone
careless regard for those she befriends
blaming others for her mistakes
even her shadow feels bullied and harassed

@journeyofdays

oh to believe in faeries
the tales they spin
delicately crafted from whimsy in a firelight dream state
smudging history across pages that age as soon as the ink dries
making light of fallen natures
embedding them in predictable formats
mining the torment of dark minds
laughing at torture
giving deviance form
is this your literary influence
the study in deceit upon which you model
threats are now negotiations
violence has morphed into a minor disagreement
trashing a life is a misunderstanding
in keeping with the theme, that wart on your nose
no, it is bigger than you think
and the carbuncles
still obvious by candlelight
and people will notice


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when we fall
we fall hard
tearing down stars
crashing through skies
grinding out craters with our feet
churning  through oceans
smashing mountains
blasting out deserts
running rivers dry
shifting poles
resetting orbits
disintegrating ourselves
with a passion that destroys worlds
and births galaxies from our dust

@journeyofdays

have you never made a wrong decision?
opened yourself up to possibility?
embraced an uncertain future?
not questioned the jump?

take my hand
breathe in this moment
....can you risk failing and falling with me?

#thisjourneyofdays

Find me
Take my six
Turn me around
Tell me straight
Stare me down
Stand with me
Hold me
Breathe for me
Love me
Fight for me

#thisjourneyofdays

at least for this day
it calls for a submission
a call to account
be engulfed by the terminal end of the sunlight hours
setting clouds, earth and sea alight
a final fiery anointing


whispers are that you are sorry
reaching some level of self-awareness
I wonder if you are enjoying the same clarity
like this one here
with the sun setting fire to the waters
lapping at my feet


confident here at water’s edge
I see what has happened
and choose not to be part of the psychosis
you continue to spin
stirring up micro storms and wreckage
fueling dark fires to cover your prickled hide

fire on water
is not the end of revelation
there is a pause for the night
I will sleep wiser
knowing that I have taken the right course
you are no longer part of my journey


this day ends
it takes my submission
and examination of conscience performed
subsumed into the terminal end of the sunlight hours
another fiery rebirth
it floods the dark

@journeyofdays

at some point
divergence
it starts to morph
into a form not recognised
behind now hidden with smoke and warp
history
no longer makes sense
there is no familiar logic anymore
markers now drift orbiting unseen stars
language has changed
dislodged into a new order
and now we forget time


@journeyofdays

gifted gently
accepted without question
deeper
and now reborn forgiven

@journeyofdays

restitution
how
in a world
not forgiven
speaking selective history

@journeyofdays

forgiven*
what have you done
that actually requires this grace

@journeyofdays

not linear
forgiven
wipes the timeline and catalogue of injuries


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past now
forgiven
tell the future
that story ends now


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forgiven*
for events not seen
in a time not lived


@journeyofdays

met hell
it invited me in
found it savagely hot

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found* me you say
but I have been tracking you

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landed in lost and found
am I lost or found


@journeyofdays

no map
found a new intense practice
in
emotional topography


@journeyofdays

walked through desert
breathed in dust
then found
my
soul

@journeyofdays

speaks of leaving me behind
truth is
I
found
peace


@journeyofdays

radar found
clusterfuck alerts
evasion strategies
are
now
in
place

@journeyofdays

never wanted that storm
now
treasure
what
I
have
found


@journeyofdays

actually never realised
I was searching
until
I
was
found

@journeyofdays

confident
I found this stuff for a reason
thinking
hard

@journeyofdays

would like to see what you found
can we pool

@journeyofdays

when I can stand again
and walk back into the fray
will you welcome me
hand me the sword
I left in your care

@journeyofdays

after the storm
when your life path is altered
and you stub your toe
on unexpected gems
you know
you were led there
to find them

@journeyofdays

tracing back to the exact moment when
clothed in cobwebs that shone like gold
you stepped out
in your metal tips boots with a stiletto heel
and spruiked your special brand of *******
demanding fidelity or risk holy coercion

that moment, that was it
the genesis
of fake

tongue dripping with honied venom
in hand your resume, a history spattered with muck
hidden in the fine print and finished with a high legal gloss
and they fell at your feet
dulled by the cloy of perfume
used to cover up the rot

that moment, that was it
the genesis
of fake


@journeyofdays

my gentle friend is old
she walks quietly
and sees others from across time
situations from alternative views
never bruises the grass
she tames thorns
encourages them to bloom
creates beautiful vistas
of peaceful exotics all humming the same tune

@journeyofdays

it comes gently
drifting in
speaking in whispers
shifting space

space in thoughts
now separating
clarity of intention
measured rhythm

rhythm in purpose
never unpaced
always on time
warming softly

softly unravelling
dormant knots
building up hope
comes gently

*before the rush

happening again
the sinking
just when I felt the rising tide
hoping for lifting
to float away on grace

see it from here
the light
touched it once, it seared
my hand, my soul
crave it now, the grace

a drug only tasted

@journeyofdays

say this will end
tell me something good
keep me here with you
hold me close
don’t let me fly away

                                                                ­            ...I won't know the way back

@journeyofdays

his cooking was crap
laundry skills
well they were mad

David Hewitt & @journeyofdays

she threatened him
with a holiday
and here she lies

David Hewitt & @journeyofdays

she threatened him
with a holiday
large pizza for one

David Hewitt & @journeyofdays

his cooking was ordinary
cough
she chose to lie here

David Hewitt & @journeyofdays

he chose to lie here
she chose
a sandy beach

David Hewitt & @journeyofdays

no bodies lie here yet
they are still on holidays

David Hewitt & @journeyofdays

strangles
slowly
this pain
that never really leaves
my heart

@journeyofdays

sliding down light beams
in spaces where they pierce gloom
incantations
drums
arrows' direct hit
it appears my fortifications have failed

@journeyofdays

recovery is a strange
phase of growth and setbacks
stumbling along on withered legs
cruel this prolonged agony
duality of living
inside my head rumination rules
tossing and turning in it’s bed
pushing my brain to limits
indifference is far more painful
than the blows and broken bones
truth is brittle
but the dignity it brings is holy

@journeyofdays

do you hear the hounds
they have you scent
the cologne only masks the rot
human olfactory systems
get hung up on the incidentals
the hounds
to them you reek
the unlying smell of your guilt
they are locked on mate
you had better get moving

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