The breeze stretches and cools the season along the country road variegated light, leaf-filtered from trees that lean in rivalry for my eager eyes.
Their foliaged arms dangle, then drop an amber snowfall all around as if to awaken me to the autumn creep into my bones that click and tick with each tottery step.
Earth awakens me to the beauty in this splendorous season of the gliding swaying passage of life in alteration and spiritual invitation to bathe in the slow current of creation along this road and its cool and bright possibilities.
stifled in this house of mirrors thought my promised love was here my flaws become all too clear critical seeds deposited deep i can see them blossom here rose petals, swollen fruits but no pair in this house of mirrors cracked the case, racked my brain all this data, i need to leave it in this house of mirrors my confidence is decaying my ego grows tired, i lean into yoga realize my ego’s expired, my old life is over my stability is fading in this house of mirrors i saw possibilities in this house of mirrors i saw atrocities in the shadows of ambiguity, i almost lost me balancing beam, shattering dreams warped perception, endless maze biological embrace, removal of societal shame this house of mirrors lives with me today
Live life wholeheartedly With wide eyed awe and wonder, Like an innocent child Joyfully believing in folk tales, Unicorns, 🦄 And rainbows, 🌈 Believe in those fairy tales, Believe in possibilities, Believe in you, For what you believe you will achieve, Your potential is limitless When you let yourself shine ✨
What if I fell? What if I fell and never stopped? Could I fall through time Could I exist only within myself? Then what would happen if I did stop? Suspended in midair, Would I find beauty or worthlessness? Would I find life within my reach Right then and there? Or would I see that everything is nothing That I am, yet I am not. Am I trapped inside my skin? Am I trapped in a prosthetic body, A prosthetic society? If I lay on the ground And took a breath Would the world breathe with me? Could I become a piece of nature Could I just simply be? Why do I search for pointless meanings? If I found the answers, would I be happy Or even more alone? Whys and what ifs cloud my head The haze is a gentle push To be more than it is that I am I feel nothing, yet I feel every little thing Why won't I accept? Why do I swim in possibilities That pull me back and forth? Dancing around in numbness Yet emotions sit right next to me Entertaining the idea That this is all that's left
When we look to the future let’s remind ourselves that the sun shines all the time for everyone and in making dreams with possibilities we distill hope and our faith carries us on even if like a candles it flickers we will relight the flame because we know love is the Holy Spirit’s name.
Blue illuminate Black conceal Minutes tick by Where is fate?
All seems so unreal In the seconds that fly Strange, dim light Unsure of the battles to fight The foes to be hidden and sly Or confident and outright
Slip away into sleep Or rise to face the early dawn? Fall back into the sweet, Ever forgiving escape Or stand and take on what lies ahead The outstretched hand that can make Any number of possibilities From merely that to, instead, realities
To glimpse upon that which may lie ahead, Or to fall into the tangles of the mind? To venture forth into that which may become known, Or to remain entranced in the confines of familiarity? The answer, the choice to be made Lies in every dawn.
- Jay M February 23rd, 2021
To rise and face the day, or to fall into the soothing arms of sleep?
Hope is to ignite a spark within, remind us of things forgotten; of lessons yet to be learned; of love lost and found in places unforeseen; of the wonder within each of us; of who we were, are, and will become; of the universal rhythm of life that beats within all of us and of possibilities that reside in an endless tomorrow.
This was written in January 2021 and inspired by a new connection with an old friend and witnessing their journey of self-discovery.
anything is possible. i don't mean this in a good way.
will you look at me while i'm talking? not like that. i know you are. i want you to see me. i want you to keep up.
i could go completely ******* crazy. i could never speak to any of my friends ever again. i could join a fundamentalist christian cult. i could drop out of college. i could look into the mirror and see my own eyes reflected back to me, or gouge them out to be free of the burden. i could do anything, but it's all a matter of actualization.
you have to know what you're looking for before you go out to find it. the story the eyes try to sell you is always leaving something out. you want this to be easy. you want the mirror to have a purpose. don't we all? you want to know what you want, but we are all stumbling blindly through this desert. alone despite being inches from one another. i'll try not to get too cocky, because the only difference between you and me is concept, language; life is a whole other beast to cage.
don't get too hung up on definitions. definitions are for law. this is poetry. this is me building a mirror just to break it. it's funny, how that always turns out. realized desires are boring. we get what we want and we break it. every mirror shatters in the end and we all die a solipsist, wanting and narcissistic.