they say hearts should collide
to reveal a sense of fate,
that love is curse to all,
forbidden fruit.
to let the mind reign supreme in logic,
at quickened rate & separate,
because nothing else matters,
this, to them, is truth.
-
yet, my eyes wander about,
aimless,
searching for soul window.
my skin, lonely for touch.
my spirit, wishing upon satellite posing as star.
because. who dreams still of connection?
beyond the man-made,
ill perception,
to worship tangible,
to turn a cheek to ever-lasting love.
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to poison the mind;
with no actual poison
but the mere thought of.
-
to poison the heart;
to plant seeds that may harvest if the air is clear enough
for 1 minute space in time,
to break the chain of misalignment
where the skies are dark
without elements to fill a certain form.
-
faith wavers,
consistency is misplaced,
integrity & discipline
are lost,
still finding way beneath disgrace
through generations
of conveniently consuming creation.

my soul shine light,
bright,
brilliance.
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silent waters deep,
tomorrows are promised
& waters wash away all doubt.
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bless your soul,
quest your soul,
know your place.

& like a tent,
unassembled,
pieces scattered on the ground.
step by step
is all it takes
to see that purpose can be found,
if you seek.