I’m hopping along a road
that trips me over I’m climbing up a tree that pulls me down I’m far across a field that draws me closer and still nearer to not being found
There is the core of who it is that you are.. inside of you, my beautiful ανάσταση and it will never, ever leave you. When we are hurt real bad.. and in such unjust ways, we can sometimes lose ourselves-- from ourselves.. But that part of us will never not want to be found. We become afraid because the pain from the hurt has been so bad. There is a central part of you that has been protected from every bit of that harm-- that is the core of who it is that you are. In its utter and magnificent beauty, it is wholly unable to be corrupted by this less than loving world.. And in it's perfect ability to see, it will always let you be the chosen one to find it. This is the picture painted, of you, finding you.
please forgive my inability to see
https://youtu.be/4F9DxYhqmKw ~Orpheus .
i lost you last week, you were sick.
i miss you every day. wasn’t there to say goodbye, wasn’t there to shed a cry, but i just wanted to show you a few more tricks. i wanted to tell you about my new dreams, if only you would have seen. but i look up at the stars every night, and know that i can still tell you in my dreams. goodnight, goodbye, i’ll miss you dearly. i lost you, but i found you again (in my heart)
this is just. a vent
Today I forgot
the very thing I lost I forgot I lost it I forgot what it was Tomorrow I found in my memory tossed what was not there all along where it was never lost
What M.C.Escher is to Art
poetry can be https://moa.byu.edu/m-c-eschers-relativity/
Whether you hide or stand out,
Whether you whisper or scream and shout, If you want to, you can be found. And if there days you feel you have no one But your fears and your doubts, Like you've looked everywhere but can't find a way out, if you want to, you can be found. You will be found.
Your Eyes, In Every Life
I would know your eyes in every life In every incarnation, I would find you
But my foundation Is built with a sound system I’m lost But my shed is your salvation The equipment to my home Stores fixations of healing horns I shed some light I’m just trying to brighten your day up I shred some light I’m just trying to share the day with you I should show love right But my soul don’t feel too right Break me down Just to know How to break me down Underground light is still found I’m lost But my shed still sounds
I’ve seen myself in love poems from broken boys. I’ve seen myself in the raging ocean, the gusting wind, the blazing heat.
I’ve seen myself in small wildflowers forcing their way through cement, small spots of beauty and tenderness in this broken world. I’ve seen myself through the cracked mirror in the bathroom and the shattered glances shot at me across rooms. I found myself in your arms, in the love that you give unconditionally, in the tears in your eyes when you look at me. I found myself in you.
I may have found myself in you, but I lost myself in you as well
So we start this ride again I guess
Go round and round and round Try to get off this carosel The exit can't be found Spin in circles in my head Down then up by memories If only I were able to live in one Somehow make time freeze Fly in rotations Undulating Dozens of feet above the earth Without anything to hold today What are these holograms worth?
I feel so low right now
The red sun rises, over this hopeful land of second chances.
Deposited from the darkness, out onto the desert sands, I soak in the silence like a thirsty dish rag. My calculations had been compromised By a malfunction deep inside my sickened mind. The wicked ways of the self-depraved, Mutated my world to Papier-mâché. A mirage of vanity and technicolor blooms. Folded and twisted, while my motionless eyes were mused by the mist. Oh, How much I have missed, of life and of love. Even these sands blossom with their own granular beauty. And I am here to bear witness, to myself, And to the many footsteps that wait before me.