take your time,
only fools rush in.
know this journey here without
takes you far within.

sometimes the noise gets too loud &
the weight becomes a burden to bear;
your wings get tangled
& tired,
your feelings are worn-out
& you're close to the edge...
-
you can save yourself.
stop still in your track,
look around & you'll find
a sense of being evanescent,
so mysteriously divine.
you'll see that weight isn't a burden,
its a kind of
mass energy urging to escape
in form of creativity,
with the need to re-create
& innovate.  
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become distant in face of any worry or fear,
stay present,
you're here.

it’s cold here..
the place where grudges held are like jewels in a crown,
we wear them.
loss & lonely visits
& never checks out.
anxiety always comes in strong like waves
trying to wash away any possibility of new destiny.
-
it is too dangerous to stay here
yet i can’t just get up and go...
i know of nowhere else,
i am too familiar to this place of nothingness and sorrow;
this place has kept me warm
& this place has kept me sheltered.
-
this place...
it’s dark;
dark like the corners of my heart
where love hides,
fetal position.
-
dark like the pupils of my peers,
in pairs
they appear misguided.
why am i here?
-
the things you hold onto are the things that hold onto you;
your resentment resides
& it situates itself in the deepest parts of you.
it takes full control while you watch yourself become homeless in your own home...
stranger.

double the love like double cups.
im not ashamed, im poetry.
double or none,
who gives a ****?
are you afraid? thought you knew me..
behind bars like a prisoner to love.
he spit bars that are clinical,
what is love?
& he has heart, he ain’t sinister..
when i call he’s a minister giving me good love.