I hope he knows that I feel the stress vortex banging against his cranium. even with my welcoming surface, he struggles to let go.
I hope he knows that it is not I that needs replacing, but simply his way of thinking that needs readjusting.
A new year A mindset anew
- a.r. Camm
I know that you’re going to bring some more bullsh** my way. Just to let you know now, I’m mentally preparing myself for you. You won’t catch me off guard like 2020 did. I’m ready for you. Bring it on.
Did you know that this house breathes in the man-made lights, so our walls can exhale colors? Tonight, this town is going to burn in neon blaze again, for the sake of light-pollution, love. Yet this time, 'light' means our corrupted souls. You know, some may say that there's no place for the true firmament of stars now, not even time for twin-flames, like us. Yet still, we are capable of coming to blow with this mirage, battling against this army of bogus lustrum. For we are about to lose our sham voice so, at last, we can echo light.
I love how we have always deemed the time we spend together more important than a good nights sleep because I would much rather have trouble keeping my eyes open tomorrow than miss out on engaging in 4am conversation with you.
As the smile vanishs from my face Thousands of feelings scratch at my mind As I close my coffee colored brown eyes from the dreary day Images race across the black canvas that lies in front of me As I let my muscles relax one by one I feel the world hold me in her arms As I slowly drift off from my reality I let my soul free
Capturing my sleep in words. This is my pillow talk
I still lay on my side of the bed I’ve tried to lay on yours But I end up over here instead Can’t believe I would get mad All those nights I wanted you gone Recalling those memories makes me sad Lessons learned Never make mistakes again I’ve found the new leaf that I’ve turned It’s 3AM and here I lay Writing to myself Wondering what you would say
Jump on the boat and take is real slow Throw the canvas and splash that oil Squash the duck feathers and fill the mill As the harmonica cruises craft the talk real slow
A touch of the knee and the spark shatters A charter of recklessness heckled in two-tone composition Not a monochrome but a jest of kaleidoscope cores A fearless horizon of sirens and chaotic applause
A sate of pureness, meekness;widely see this woman words The worth of how she works, the sweat in her sincerity Spot the little life that she holds, clutch her lifetime ascensions The silhouette that shows and fades away,chase her palm
Stroke her freedom, take her high to the clouds and show her Ask her to sing her sweetest prescribed proscriptions Be the operator that jerks her stringed rhythmic blues Shine ohh diamond, Strike ohh as you expand…… touch the sentiment
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