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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 Sep 2021
there's no reason to remember about what I've desired
just like I forgot about the desire to write
I've allowed myself the freedom to do
(when I want) (focus when it comes)
it's what feels to be, spiritual progress
radiant feelings
coming and fleeting
thought forms melting before all I'm seeing
attitude is vibration
the root of creation
divine formation
through useless information
making sense without mystical procedures
wasted leisure
(false ambitions deriving from unnatural greed)
open myself to persecution
only to realize I my"self" am an illusion
so it begins, the dissolution
calm and ready
secluded in the mysteries of this great theatre
life, a series of memories arranged in the practical
harmonical manner
(if that's a word)
(keep typing)
what do I live for?
a production of symbolism
entertained in the prisms
that so happen to reflect human mischief
live to diminish
built up anguish
a hopeless wish
meaningless stitch
can't manage the baggage
inside the cerebral attic
static between breaths
the moment I'll let
settle in the sun that meant to set
(a wedding in the sky)
lost love so divine
tears rushing down my cheeks at night
reflecting on universal signs
eternal truths
3.14
pie
I sigh
a moment at a time
you can't change, only modify
generous time flies
realizations combined
directions for decisions in mind
(this life)
incline, decline
experiences desgined
in
curves, opposing straight lines
how would we even define....
what truly aligns
the spirit
continue, live like there's no finish
vulnerable
characters to diminish
predict my wishes
my heart
longing for what isn't
what was
no longer there
couldn't stare at what I couldn't bare
missed true love by plenty hairs
mistakes were obvious
I was oblivious
thinking of what could've been
again
Limited trains of thought
All I used to sought for, cost a lot
it was you, who inspired some tunes
formed by the formless wind that creates the dunes
Inevitable doom
Saudade
Under the moon
I succumb to you
act upon intentions and responses
perhaps it's way too soon
flowers yet to bloom
ideas flowing out the womb
mistakes to broom
room to improve
a struggle before you wake
less and less to rake
In and out of fantasies
can't trust in (reality)
question my sanity
study my anatomy
Zoom passed meaningless blues
I’m on my walk...
I feel better now
examine the highs before I drown again
calculate the vitamins
narratives written with my fancy stolen pen
this is.... idk
David Bojay Nov 2017
In and out the forest//
To confess I need to reflect//
Storage in my dome//
Recollecting for a poem//
Have to think out what's important//
Broken like a door hinge/
Hanging from the cliff ends//
Envisioned in memory lane//
Before I focused on the present, living in vain//
Never knowing if myself I'll forgive//
From seeing beyond this suspenseful grid//
To experience and reflect is what I did//
Lying to the mirror, so what if you're a little weirder//
Beyond self-identification, but people are people and judge the surface//
My soul was stolen from a belief that didn't help me see beyond accepting eternity without fear and uncertainty//
Accepted death, in my "eternal" sleep I'll be awake in contemplate//
Experiencing the essence in the present just makes sense//
(walking around Walmart, typing and typing)
Hoping gave me grief//
When I reached within and confronted "myself" is when I was finally at ease//
It's a movie and I'll lead//
I wish, that you could see, through these letters put together, so that we can just "be"//

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