I tread along this road, directionless
My compass broken, I can’t tell true North.
More likely South I go, affectionless
And in to time I march along henceforth.
So taking to the mountains in retreat,
I try to run away from things untold
For with no way of knowing when I’ll meet
This future that, until now, can’t unfold
I try to keep presumptions out of thought.
I try to keep my mind at ease and rest…
But if I could have spoilers to the plot
Perhaps these things would motivate the best.
I tread along this road, directionless
My heart and soul I feel are just a mess.

You present to me
The moment
In open hands
Blessed are those
Who start
With a grateful heart

Exploring the emptiness
Deep inside
Unravelling the layers
Like ribbons
So we may surface
Not as new beings
But like an empty box
Be revealed
For the content of our character

Words can cut so easily
Hard to believe
Easy to be deceived
By all the shiny pieces

Yet as the record
Of our life
Reaches its end
If we can stand
Let go of fear
We can realise
Our truest gift
Is being here

Making each moment count
Not trying to change
Simply finding peace
With here and now
That's when the voice from deep within
Will rise
And cut through
All our deceptions and lies

So at the end of this life
We can say with firm understanding
Our love carried us in the darkest night
To what's true
After wading through the deepest tarmac
We walked to the light;
We found you.

Anonymously attacking ..with verbal illustrations...

Just for the demonstration...telecasting to different nations

A smudge of this...you could never taste nor even a finger lick

Devouring every word...empowering ever verb...my letters do flips.

For every action is to superb

the satisfaction of using words...is magic within an urn..They say that this art is dead...I am one to not concur...

For everything has a purpose...am bound from another place...now am place on this earth surface

Should I join in the deconstruction? Or arm in the reconstruction...

I think everyone serves a function, duty, or calling...

It feels like I'm yawning...I guess I'm falling asleep to my withering dreams...that's appalling...

Blurred by the duties of work...it's causing diminishing scenes...of smooth winds, salty sands and water as clear as can been...

I am a fuse from elite...I simply refuse to repeat

I will not abuse then reuse, I will simply choose to be me...

I was asked....left or right? I replied Left-Right..do you want to know the reason why?

Because whenever I aim for a goal I reach for the sky....

that's every direction...am past the sky's limits or any stereotypical border of complication...I won't repeat but will commence with...what's around and what is destined.

"...You're my direction when I'm lost, but I'm never alone with the love that we've grown.

How incredible is this view? Its not the beautiful scenery, it's the beautiful you."

you cannot fault one person for changing
it is the nature of human beings
we change as the years pass by
we change as the situation change.

we change in each era of our lives.

you cannot fault one person for changing
changing, it is like breathing
the rise and fall of our chest
inhale
exhale.

'you guys used to be close', they said.

but sometimes as we grow up,
we change direction,
we change our minds,
and we end up being in different roads
that leads us into two entirely different places

with the little thought in the back of our minds
that our roads will unite again
at some point in our life.

Lost soles .
       . . . never free . . .
Follow me . . . see . . . have no fear .
           But you have handed me  . . .
one left shoe and a-not- her .

Come old lady who lives in the shoe . . .
Where are your children ? ? ?
. . . a little unsteady ?

Lost soles to memory , like Kentucky lightning on a warm Alabama night .
All hail the underdog .
All hail  . . .

The first left one fits nicely
But the right foot has disagreement . . .
feeling he has been left out .

by Arcassin Burnham

Dream through the forest and all of the trees,
through them I'll arise
from the side of these leaves,
and in the fall
I'll fall again,
there is no reason
to pretend,
i'm floating up consciousness in the end,
the twenty-second time without knowing the
worth,
As long as you have a soul that could
cross the earth,
no whirlwinds
being a teen is not easy in any country,
I don't compare my situations to all,
but in this case..
depression is a ***** and so is karma,
from the nails on my hands to my saliva,
biting them constantly.


©ABPoetry2016

Left or right? Where will I go?
Up or down? Where will I be?
Living with a limited timeline,
When will I grow?