One hundred and fifty two posts in 2 weeks
a small camera surrounded by a sea of pink
is to blame
and be praised

Crisper, clearer, views of how I see the world,
easier than ever to see through my lens
my POV
picture it

Foot prints in the snow, beer pong, Dustin Lynch
retro diners, favorite TV shows, and hiking trips
this is me
easy to see

Words can be hard to find, ideas to describe
Hard to share your life with no one around
here's Instagram
post away.

For yet another autumn marking a new cycle
Foliage that once decked the tall oak and maple
Downed in breeze, embracing mother's *****
Delighted earth  sense their tender embrace

For man that owned the trees with foliage
Man of might thinks of getting his gadget
To gather the lovely but messy leaves
To bag them and send them out of sight

Tedious is the task in the cool brisk air
For he knows not what they spake to him
Had he just listened, he would forget himself
In their language of love and acceptance

Alas the split between two worlds ripping
At the heart of man and  his foothold
Will one you let go and let the other be
Without having to lose the love between all

It is for that day that I long for
I die here having nothing to eat
For I know not how to survive
Having lost in thoughts of earth and man

Will I wither like the leaf and be happy
to be laid down on my earth's *****
when my time is here to embrace
Mine own mother from whom I came

Dust into flesh and blood was formed
To be human with veins and vessels
Muscles and movements
Mind and brain that took me far

Far from presence and the present
Far into the wilderness  of human jungle
Rather than be here and the now
Rather than be with my mother and yours

To be reborn or to be put to rest
Unconcerned of what may come next
For having complete trust it is for best
So let it all be in the breath of the moment

She craves for your smile and the look in your eyes,
while you think of someone and your head full of whys.
She hears the throb of your heart despite of great distance,
while you choose to keep silent and hide your presence.
She's quietly telling you that she listens and cares,
while you seek for someone's sweet stares.
She patiently waits for the time you will talk,
while you choose to give no words and just walk.
And she knows you will never notice the whisper of her heart,
not only because you are North and she is South—
it is because in you heart, she'll never have a part.

*Steph Dionisio, November 13, 2015

This liquid falling from the sky the taste is rather bitter.
Close your eyes and open your mouth, give in to me and my words. I will take you away forever to a place so enchanting you will never again think of life as you know it now. Allow me to sway your current views on life and love. Come and follow me to all the dark thoughts that wander in your brain in the dead of night.
Let us travel to that place which is nor life or death but somewhere in between. Let me teach your soul to find (n)everlasting peace.... face your heads to the sky, take me in. Become one with me and all around you- wash away your sins in the acid rain.

My very presence exists
Entirely with
Depression.
I
Can't seem to find
A cure to my emptiness.
The sense of hopelessness
Engulfs my whole body.

My attempts at seeking therapy were
Extremely inoportune and unconstructive.

As tears roll down the cheeks
Doubt turns into baffles
I believe the angels lingered
I gently plead them, calm me
Seconds after…
Frozen blaze flourished to chest
Illuminating this heart to soul..
I’m puzzled in blend,
Its like captivated, hypnotized
Nerves triggering tears at ceased
Tumbled minds at eased
Crumbled emotions at thawed..
I am mesmerized..
but at soothed..

The key to spirit,
love and magic,
is not found in
things, places
or in pleasures.

It is found in
the depth of
presence.


~ z.s