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Thomas W Case Nov 18
It's all trial and error;
weighing heavy on
the latter.
When I feel like this,
I want to build an
exit machine;
walk through it to
a different life.
Too many irons in
the fire, I'm burned
beyond recognition.
The situation unfolds
like it always does,
I fall down, and
then get back up.
But I'm tired, and sometimes
the ground is comfortable,
and way too familiar.
I've been working on a project with my friend Luis, writing songs and poetry and putting them to music in a studio. You can listen to them at this address. https://www.bandlab.com/thomaswcase    ; I realized pressing on this link will not get you there, just Google bandlab.com and then search Thomas W case.
Thomas W Case Nov 15
It's all trial and error;
weighing heavy on
the latter.
When I feel like this,
I want to build an
exit machine;
walk through it to
a different life.
Too many irons in
the fire, I'm burned
beyond recognition.
The situation unfolds
like it always does,
I fall down, and
then get back up.
But I'm tired, and sometimes
the ground is comfortable,
and way too familiar.
Check me out on bandlab, it's a music studio where I've been able to produce some of my poems and put them to a musical backdrop.
I've also done some poetic songwriting, Thomas W case on band lab. Thank you all very much. https://www.bandlab.com/thomaswcase
This will get you to my bandlab page sorry for the confusion
What is it I love about autumn?
Is it the syncopated falling -
an umber mirror of my life
the chronic crawling
back from a dying state,
the challenge of letting go,
hope of writing a clean slate
or is it the blessed wait
of this transition season
for the coming blast
and its harvest
of accretion?
I’ve always said that autumn is for poets. I think about how autumn is a season very reflective of the process of creation. Just like giving birth is full of pain and suffering, without it there is no new life. Just about the time we think we are in control, basking in the sun of late summer, we are thrown into a state of dying in this present season, this present reality. So in a way, autumn is a natural process of growth. The adolescent must let go of the joy of childhood. The adult must let go of the passionate soakings of adolescence. Definition of accretion - an increase by natural growth or addition, (astronomy) the formation of a celestial object by the effect of gravity pulling together surrounding objects and gases.
Sometimes a fall
is the universe's way of telling you
that you aren't grounding yourself enough,
that all you need
is to centre yourself
against the earth
in order for a balance
to find its way to you.

Often,
we put up the worst fights
when we fall,
simply because
we assume it is belittling,
and
in rushing to get back on our feet,
we miss the lessons
of the significance behind that fall...

Time is often most telling
in the most unorthodox ways,
so when you fall,
allow your rise to be at a pace
where you know that
your feet will help you stand firm.
Swati Oct 1
//She rose to the surface
of the ocean of her tears,
welcomed by the warmth
of the first rays of the sun
from under the depth of the cold water,
feeling more alive than ever before.
She rose to the surface
after winning her battles against misery
which had pulled her down,
deep within, underneath the surface.
She rose to the surface
when she looked for hope
when she was in pain,
and when she finally ignored
the voices in her head
telling her to give up the fight.
And as she rose to the surface,
she bid a warm goodbye
to the life she once had,
to the life she was going to take away.//
~Swati
Bhill Sep 7
the rising of the sun is extremely beautiful
the beginning, of what is, the rest of your life
will you make a difference

Brian Hill - 2020 # 246
She is the sunflower in the field of grass,
She stands tall, full of all that sass.

She is the sunflower bright and tall,
She is a firm sunflower that won't fall.

She is the sunflower that will change the world,
She will scream and shout and she will be heard.

She is just a sunflower in a field of grass,
But she will take a stand and won't break like glass.
Imran Islam Aug 23
Darling, I'm still waiting for you,
When will you come here
and smile at me again!
I'm just waiting and it's true,
Your silent thoughts and coy love
melt me into the salt sea again.

I care about you my darling
and I always will,
Just lemme give you all
and wait till the morning!
You can make a new dream now,
and see, where is the sun rising!

Have you felt my deep love?
That I gave you in the evening,
You just no need to be confused
I will do it, when I am promised
Keep waiting, what is happening
The night is gone and morning is coming!
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