I argue with you so much,
I'll be no victim to your rules... So why you preach that you'll be there when you ain't here, two thousand years absent, Father problems.. No, you were never a father, more like a ghost of wishful thinking. But I'm now not confused, I went through a depression, But now I know the only faith I need is inward, I've been here before and I'm not playing by your verses. Never letting ignorance lead me astray, Why do others think I'm lost when in truth I'm finally found..
isn't it? it certainly seems like it you see it too, right? maybe i'm imagining it? it's probably nothing but your head is upside down facing inward and laughing at itself and there's a light in there that's always on just thought you should know
Swirling like a monsoon. Spinning delicate threads Wrong turn, they'll rip to shreds. Caterpillar cocoon Changes coming soon. Winding round and round Metamorphosis bound. Caterpillar cocoon Fragile like a balloon. Hoping it won't pop Before the change can stop. Caterpillar cocoon In the light of the moon. Praying change within Brings beauty in the end. Caterpillar cocoon Changes coming soon. Metamorphosis bound Look now, beauty's all around. ©KSS 8/2013
The stillness feels like death
But movement isn't life either I'm getting bored again But moving around isn't the answer I'd rather move inward Make a temple in my heart That only I can build or destroy For I know why I move. To feel home in places Alien to humanity
A temple in my heart..
I’m grateful to the fireflies of light
cast by the stars bringing darkness into existence bringing contrast into focus so I can tell the difference and know that I’m mostly ensnared by light illuminating my true nature ...the ultimate refuge of a wayward vagabond
When we view our lives
through the same magnifying lens as we view others.. uncanny revelations are guaranteed.. much needed revolution, there will be.
We can also have an inward recession
which may be due to some obsession. _ _ _ _ __
From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's
You were my suffocation,
but I didn't mind your fingers over my mouth. I still licked your fingers through my teeth. asphyxiation delusions, but I tasted you, which was taster than breath. I'll suffocate for you, even though i cant inhale. exhaling is temporary, but I'll always breath you inward.
A heavy, inward sigh,
As I stare at all the passerby, Each with their own lives, I wonder if they think of mine?