Words fly on the whims Of the tongue that speaks them Like the flow of the wind that Sways air to and fro The air itself not as harmful as the Wind that guides it and yet The combination is the what carries The perpetrators' knife through its victim
And there is no fault to the air For the air did not create itself And there is no fault to the winds For the winds did not create itself And their is no fault at all Merely cause and effect; The heart feels as it does And morals sway with the wind.
Thinking back to times when I was experiencing low mood to a point where I couldn't help not expressing warmth towards a certain person even though I was more expressive with the other people in the same group which led to me being accusingly told words that felt a bit harsh, but I knew what the person was saying held some form of truth and yet couldn't help being the way I was. People say whatever they want, people perceive what others say as right or wrong, people feel differently towards the words of others. We are sentient. (Pers Ref.: UGDIRC2019)
Sitting by the lakeside Legs dangling in its waters Kicking lightly As the cool night air Settles under the skin Mind wandering Subconscious fluctuating.
Mind wandering Subconscious fluctuating Heart clenching The waters suddenly thicken Almost pulling And yet it hasn't thickened Still lapping beneath the knees Heart uneasy Thoughts attempting to solidify Like ice at room temperature Melting Drowning out the voice of reason
Was there a voice of reason to begin with?
Learning about oneself is only the first step of each section of an art piece made up of many sections...
Maybe I'm actually a hell of a lot smarter than you accounted for, or Maybe you thought no one would care when you slammed that door, or Maybe all whispers fall and all vows die and no one remembers before
or maybe I'm the token ***** of all the humor life could pour into a bashful face It's funny how things go without a trace Like you and me and destiny And trying to have a place See I thought I'd be a saint Married love into the taint But my only Buddha's a midnight toker, a hedonistic fraud, that laughing joker Looking for God in a game of poker.