It’s like seeing yourself for the first time
Naked
Free
Innocent
You realize that you know who you are
You can trust yourself
No more doubting your words before speaking
Love sets you free
Freedom is love
You get lost in the fantasy of life
Day dreaming, scheming, believing
Thinking maybe this time you found the right path
This time you’ll make it home

The colors of the world is bursting at the seams.
The colors of the world exploded all at once.
So many, so many.
Images and color and color and images,
Wedged behind my eyelids, stuck in my mind.
Won't move, won't budge, won't unstick.
So bright, so colorful, so many wonderful.
They've escaped my mind, they've escaped the world.
Is a retribution at hand?
A revolt, a rebellion? An army? A battle? A war?
Color and images and images and color.
Are there no revelations? Will there be even one?
They're out and about, and roaming this world.
They've escaped the world and our minds and our reality and I know we know we all know they've gone and run out and drained us and escaped us.

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I felt the rain coming.
A persistent wind
took swing
after swing
at my lashes
leaving behind
the occasional
hint of mist
(just on the tips).

In that moment there,
through then-rosy cheeks,
I began to experience
an unfelt appreciation
for something
I couldn't quite
put into words.

I felt a feeling
of sheer delight—
a feeling of comfort
and of good measure.

In that very moment there,
as I looked up
beyond the clouds
that now eclipsed
what no one else could see,
I felt peace.

I could hear, faintly,
the chilling rasp
of the far-off winds
that approached me.

Though I felt my body,
weak and frail,
I felt my soul
digging for truth,
steadily unearthing
something abstract
and nameless.

Reality then made
a swift pass
over my eyes.

I stood there
now galvanized,
though it all
left me feeling
a bit faint.

A surge
of blood rushed
to my head
like waters
through the cleaving
of a river dam.

I looked down
to see that I stood
on a spot of bare dirt
where the centipede grass
dared not grow.

My fleeting bewilderment
streaked lightly across
what I saw there.

The feeling
in that moment
had become a vapor,
which quickly escaped
the purgatory
into which
it was invoked.

I found myself
back home,
and though I was not
fully satisfied,
I smiled.

The cold rain
now covered my hands;
my wet fingers
were like bait
to the breeze.

I slid them
in the pockets
of my black leather jacket
as my smile
quickly turned to
‘brrr’
and a sudden
uncontrollable shiver.

“Was that it?"

I turned about
and hurled
a fervent wish
across that fluid sea
of sod grass.

I heaved
an unwearied sigh
as I then fell back
on the tin siding
of the wall
behind me.

I looked down
at my feet again.

One of my shoes
was untied;
its left lace
did lie atop
a muddy graze
upon the ground.

I looked up
and stared off
into the void
above the horizon.

I listened
to the sound
of the rain,
still so eager
to fall lightly
on the centipede.

I listened
to the sound
of the wind,
still so resentful
of restriction.

I listen
to the sound
of the automatons
that patiently
raze the forest
not too far
from where
I stand.

I wonder
what I could say.

The words
come to me:

"Thus
abounds
the nature
of wolves!"

Binge on the idea of revenge against someone you'll never see again
You never gave them a reason to stay now they're far away
Now your only companion is the dark figure the sun puts behind you
Shake your fist to the sky because you want to die
Blame everything that's around because you're on your own
The nights will be as dark as your vision
You went along with the motion until you had no chance for redemption
But you'll never change
You'll wait for someone to be your bandage so you can rip them off and wonder why you feel abandoned