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19h
I speak the right words, but they fall from a heart out of tune
Intrusively lucid—
while the world hums in illusion, spouting sense that makes none
Aimless walking through loud laughters
irritated at echoes of joy
Contradictions cradle me
innocence hand in hand with experience,
dissonance brushing up against self-clearance
I love what I know of the love I hold within
The sacred blood seeping through the cracks of my mind,
filling me with the will to stretch this life beyond decay
A double life—E.H. Taylor for me and red wine for the floosies
Congrats to the self-aware, souls floating in shared air
Writing, applying, testing what tomorrow will catch
I wake to a burning light
grateful still, through the blur of pain
I forgot where it began—LOL
Cardio and party time
Bar Leos and smarty-nosed muses, these are the tides’ offerings—
feelings we chase then drop in a whim
With nothing to lose, there is nothing to attain
only a return to the raw conditions, the pulse of what always is
Moment to moment without the lens of perception,
life unfolds through me without my doing
Seeing through the mirage of the doer,
solidities dissolve—
I acquire what I want without desire
No resistance in any instance, motivations rise effortlessly
No status to chase;
I let go of my “control” over nature
The relative and the ultimate become one
Locationless in a world of coordinates
no exception to experience
I feel light today, bouncy,
one breath at a time,
shape-shifting
A conscious meltdown swells—there’s no one to forgive,
only to remember
I expect nothing now
from the people I seem to love, just playing with controls
to master victories and tragedies
The result remains the same beneath my lens
Relationships bloom, others wilt....
love to lose soon, others yet to rise while I stand in eternal dusk
Cycles to evade & patterns to erase.... better now than too late
I polish the words I thought were myself
Complete from the start // I need no validation
I translate my experience into imagination,
earn my freedom to move on
Imaginary pains I once inflicted
holographic anguish I no longer fear
Death cannot hold me
I live inside isolation until I reach the heavens
and merge with duality entire
Master of masks,
I drift and dissolve—
breathing the truth
I’ve always been
David Bojay
Written by
David Bojay  Dallas
(Dallas)   
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