My voice, my face, my body... Everything is young. But I keep asking myself, 'Where is my youth?'
As flowers and dirt covers
the cautious ground A long lure of leafy gray Clear nectar runs into the water Running down the mountain and To the end of the river
Daydreams are dynamic
Creative imagination Colorful thoughts float and dance they really have some super ideas So can we please place them in the now Come on let's get it done Let's get going Let's put them on paper Let's let them come out to play and dance Come to be Maybe then we will feel at least not just a daydreamer .... © Jennifer DeLong 🦏 3/2021
The most luminous example of a fallen angel
An ignored history.. A need for attention.. We define The Humanity Problem globally.. Let me enter the mind of a killer Let me learn from within the mind of a saint I will calculate the sociology The norms killing our psychology With pad and pen as my everlasting friend.. I want to burn in hells I seek to bask in heavens Show me the soul in my eyes Weathering through a common storm.. People will find the real normal.. If they love themselves and help others.. It should be an oddity to erase normality And so it exists only as a common standard.. That is how I grew up.. What if we ended expectations? What if we embraced change? Compassion could be a global comeback.. There is a nature in duality.. Humans engraved into double-edged swords.. If we could create love and war.. We may be able to end our battles.. We could live with evidence and compassion.. Ending our need to be beautiful, better or rich As an American.. I am built of guilt I suffer.. I displayed kindness, love and compassion I valued evidence over assumption Pointed out an economy of overconsumption Only to be labeled as.. 'Sheep' 'Idealistic' So.. to my fellow kinsmen and women.. Open up a dictionary.. If I am a sheep.. We as a whole are not shephards.. Who do you look for to guide you? Isn't America obviously lost? We are defined as sheep by a globe called Earth Currently? Like it or not.. They're right.. I am not powerful I am weak Despite the ego of America.. I am no sherpah.. I am no sheep.. I will never be a shephard.. I will only ever be me.. Think of you when at your happiest.. Revel in the lessons of how that was stolen.. It will be Hell.. I'll be blunt with that fact.. Want peace? Face it. Face you. Deflate all of your ego. We need to bring back who we were long ago.. We need to care and foster Hope.. Eradicate foolish hate.. Value intelligence and knowledge.. Divided we are destined to **** and die.. But.. United? We could be a beacon of hope.. A beacon brighter than God, who we're under An American Beauty.. That has shed her mistakes.. To let go.. Of her American Ego..
Being a part of nothing is awesome.
Yellow lines blurring past
in rapid succession like a stream of tracers wind tearing at hair and shaded eyes a radiant warmth from the sun huggin' the back of the neck and shoulders racing to catch up to this wanderer's position cursing at this lowly traveler for getting the drop on it You know... if you spoke "sun", I guess. (Look I know the metaphor kind of got away from me on that one, my bad.) Regardless, where were we? (Lines....wind.... sun metaphor.... here we are) This lone wanderer from the ancient east where man and land alike were choked with smoke and rusted through (Yeah, people love that shift from normal to proto-fantastical, hero's journey and all that jazz...) Seeking outstanding territories untouched, ******, and new ... ... (Does proto-fantastical even sound right? I guess that works in the sense that it alludes to some kind of ancient civilization of peoples, taking place in some fantasy realm. That reminds me, I need to check that idea I jotted down when I was at the market so I wouldn't lose the idea if I forgot it. Which I did, so hooray for good habits! ........ Why are they staring at me? OH ****!) Sorry about that! Totally my bad, continuing on... (Where the hell was I?) ... And the Wanderer enjoyed these lands? The end! (NAILED IT!!!) ...... ...... (Why are they looking at me like that?)
"Open up to the crazy unknowns"
They said that before the bird ate them.
This seems so... colorful
I am not the black sheep
I am not the odd duck I am not the rebel child I am not the prodigal daughter Who am I then? Well...that's a complicated question I am not your archetypes or storylines I am not your bad decisions or projections, your should-s I am I am what I will be I am the technicolor, intergalactic unicorn I am the pearlescent being of divine light I am the Angel of Death of Dead Tradition I am the she-Moses getting out of a desert of lies I am I am what I will be Today, I am choosing today, I am choosing to create me in lieu of inheriting "me" Choosing well choosing better Choosing wiser choosing more joyfully Today, I am the randy interstellar unicorn blazing a neon rainbow trail forward
Sea acts alike wildfire
Beaming implies alike pythons Thou can't conjecture
i do not think
i am in my body no, i know for a fact i am not i have been away far off in some other space some other place there's roses on the floor but they are all withered and the red that once looked like blood has turned to a dull sun the glow from this distance is not beautiful it is sickening maybe i went too far outer space took me away up up up higher and higher on the moon all alone here you're talking to me but i don't know who it is you speak to anymore because i am no longer on the earth i have not had my feet planted firmly on the ground in a long time the sky races by and the weeks go so fast now i am living months and months in the past stuck, or maybe just gone its too odd to explain to you so i will simply say i am away