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When leaves fall like people do
Does it feel like flying too

When the snow lays bright as day
Will the warmth come to stay

When all the trees bare their fruit
Will we be as absolute

When the heat completes the cycle
Does it mean love's revival?
Lonely men chase butterflies
They run and run
Cry and cry

Lost boys chase dragonflies
From here to there
Try and try

Honest men seek a rose
They pick and place
Wilt and waste

Smart boys leave her where she grows
To stay and wait
He appreciates
It’s all Relative

The animals
The plants
The people
Life.. in its entirety
Everything that ever is or was
Is relative  to your perspective
                   to your experiences
                   to your actions
                       your thoughts
                       your point of view

No two people will ever see eye to eye
Because one body cannot occupy the same space
As another at the same instance

We may be able to replicate one’s perspective
And empathize to the point of agreeance and compromise
But unless you can turn back time
To relive someone else’s life
You can never see eye to eye

We can share experience
Whether it be through lessons
Or simply experienced simultaneously

Observed at this instance and scale
We can agree that this is eye to eye
But when compiled with all other experiences
The interpretations change

Prerequisite knowledge needed
To process said experience will always be
Different, either through differing lessons
Or different perceptions

Even these small discrepancies, overtime,
Create major contrast between two perspectives


When we study masses of population
We see patterns in beliefs and opinions
This is a simple byproduct of the aforementioned
--Sharing of experiences--

Many of the conflicts that arise in society
Can boil down to the simple system
Of good and evil


When you allow two options posed
On a mass of people, inevitably
A portion will choose option A
A portion will choose option B,
And a portion will remain undecided

Each option posed is both good and evil
But the portion that chooses their respective option
Believe it to be good and the opposition to be evil

This decision is directly relative
To the perspective of the individual
The conclusion of good vs evil
Can be shared, though the reasoning
That led to said conclusion will have differences

The experiences that offer similar conclusion
May and often are similar and even sometimes
Appear to be identical

Most behavior, when directed toward
Another form of life, can be labeled
Good or evil

When boiled down to the
Black and white..
It will either be
One or the other
“Stop and smell the roses” they say
But i've learned one must stay away
Roses look nice but stay wary of them
Some flowers hide malice at their stem

I'd rather wander the untrampled trail
In search for the flowers with beauty veiled
Where wildflowers grow unhindered and free
Reigning bright over lands, a royal decree

Like the Lily of the valley, delicate and petite
Her shyness is clear, but to see her a treat
Unaware of her beauty she hides from critique
Many share her name but none as unique

Or the dandelion, golden with ease
She grows where and how she please
Adamant she'll stand for all to see
Beauty confident with the will to just be

And the sunflower standing tall with grace
Her elegance simple and easy to trace
With beauty so pure it can only be right
For all that she seeks is warm sunlight
 Sep 2016 Katherine Dee
Aeerdna
We've been breaking each other
for years,
day by day,
piece by piece,
until
there was nothing left of us
but pain
and misery
and the ghost of a love
wandering the lonely streets
of our souls.
I saw her in my dreams
Out of reach it seems

Her skin like a desert sea
Imperfect bumps and odd curves thrown together flawlessly

Her eyes like vast ocean
Secrets kept deep, passion flowing in stubborn motion

Her heart like lonesome forest
Peace among trees, birds singing joy in breeze or nest

Her voice like calm streams
Soft to the touch, gentle harmony musing hopes and dreams

In my dreams she roams free
Maybe one day she'll find me
 May 2016 Katherine Dee
Sjr1000
I don't know what I'm doing
I don't know what I'm feeling
I don't know where I'm going
I don't know who I'm being
I'm overwhelmed,
frustrated,
I can't cope

These are the slogans
I repeat to myself
Over and over again

Oh yeah

I'm a failure too
I've lived this life
What did I do?
What do I have to
show for it?

These facts about myself
are the one thing
I'm very positive about.

I repeat these slogans
day in and day out
always wondering
what I'm so
depressed about

I bury my head in these sands

Suffocating
Smothering
choking on anxiety
in my own
advertising slogans
on my private airwaves

To complicate
matters
worse
just because we think something
doesn't make it true
that goes for
self worth too.

But

Mindfulness
stands
watching the passing cars
from a freeway overpass
like our racing thoughts
not holding on
not making them go away,
in peace
simply
letting them
be.
States of mind are transitory, come and go.
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