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Michael Blonski Apr 2016
View of mountains kissing
Clouds as they roll by
Green valley
Water turned to mist
Falling from high
Peaks and crevasses

Reflecting on what is real
What it means to be alive
What if this is the day
I die

It's easy to remind yourself
Of all the things you
Are not
Rather than what
You are

Too easy to see what's missing
And not see
What is there
In plain view

Too easy to give others
power
To control your happiness
When there is nobody
More important
than you

And your hopes
And dreams
And everything between
This earth
And the black void above
Michael Blonski Apr 2016
Today the orange blossom bloom
Revealing chaotic nature
Killing blow by a water creature
A ship's sorrow

Rats have pursued sanctuary
Desperation led to revolution
Enlightened, to be reborn  
Birthed by chance alone
Product of evolution

The hull rises high
With ribs exposed
Don't let go, I'm coming home
To sleep with my head in your lap
To hear those words I know

Descending
collasping
choking

Voices guide those who listen
Take hold of sanctuary
The only reward
Adorned by the victor
Michael Blonski Apr 2016
To change
the world
We need to
first heal
ourselves
Michael Blonski Apr 2016
Tomorrow is
an illusion
We always exist
In the
present
Michael Blonski Apr 2016
Remain constant
Set adrift on imagination
Reflect
Immune
Experiences merge
I do not speak
I only think
I remain constant
Michael Blonski Apr 2016
Strip down to your
Pixilated skeleton
Unless someone tells you,
you'd never
know
Where you
came from

Feel the pull from the
yellow sun  
peel away the sky
and discover
On whats under
underneath
    
You don't need to
crawl on needles
and nails
to understand
we are frail
Michael Blonski Apr 2016
Twilight gives way to millions of eyes
covering the night's sky
No reason to believe why those eyes  
blink only for you

They collapse and die
give you life and hope
and everything you love
cherish
Held close to your heart
Everything that you would
Die or **** for
Nothing to be left untouched

Their deaths are what creates beauty
What creates art
So that you can ask why am I here?
What's my purpose?
My part?

Look in the sky for blinking eyes
And remember
Your purpose is not to forget those eyes
That stare back at you
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