The pieces of Destiny’s body and soul
Completing this puzzle
Of when this heart was so cold
So young, internally centuries old
Disregarding learned lessons
Or the stories they told
Based on identities, filed hues, tints, and colors
Surrendering, vulnerable in desperation for cover
Tangled in reasons, choosing one or the other
Colliding worlds, inspiration is left to uncover
Exposing every blade of grass;
The unknown is scary to discover

At an all time record speed;
Souls shutdown, and some temporarily freeze
Resurrected by Hope’s corpse named Possibility
Swallowing my life’s dense iron shackles and keys
Paintings of loves salvaged and those lost at sea
Countless fear based trials and tries
Prior to the glance from my to your eyes
Penetrating, tearing through every disguise
Taken over by the freedom of the infinite skies

Nonexistent, unfound words,
A writer lost within your colors
Surrendering to the ten foot waves of covers
Atmospheres crash, one sky inside the other
Heartbeat like home and then the breathing gets better
Removed my main arteries from out of life’s shredder
Carefully counting each and every letter
Expressions, connected sounds; now indistinct
Unfit to utter this language, my tongue a long and lost link
Constant struggle converting brain waves to ink
Remaining unexposed, safe to be--
Safe to think

Assess my journey through these dead empty streets
Negotiated consequences, the loss and the grief
Looking for answers in the lines underneath
Self-diagnosed, these unrecognizable feet
Wandering through chapters, remember, repeat
Pages bound to the spine, millions printed a week
Surviving overlapping systems, trapped and freed from the net
The dust settles down marking the aftereffect
Of the exhaustion, deprivation, preservation,
Put and end to destruction, building foundation

The pieces of Ambition’s body and soul
Focused, important to take it’s main role
Indifferent to it’s absence when my heart was cold
Always so young--internally centuries old
Disregard for hope’s remains
Letting go without the ability to hold
My world, my identity, inspiration in colors
Surrendering to the ten foot waves of last night’s bed covers
Tangled in the pressures, the compulsions, or a lover
Colliding worlds, a secret whispered from one to the other
Unveiled, interiors, passions uncovered
A world made of love declared, discovered.

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