I’ve been reading a lot about thoughts and how to control them I’ve also prayed a lot asking god to transform my thoughts and he’s showing ways I can do that by sending me videos on my YouTube feed and a lot more I’ve also learnt that you can achieve anything just by changing your thoughts
underneath the evergreen canapé my feet in the dirt my heart by the hearth the grackles teasing in last year’s leaves and this is the last of the summer breeze I can already see certain trees abandoning their seasonal green I can only control every inch of me so I adapt to the new season the new beginning, the new environment the moment will be the soon past soak up every ounce of sun and frolic in the lake one more time before everything starts to die
I think about what it would do to her. To call her: god. Divine majesty. Do not be afraid she says. And how we must be reminded every time...
When these creatures undress before us, and their form is an arrow sleeping in our gut. Our insides wrenching again and again each time we look. The more you worship, the more pain you know. Terror resides in the beauty of their form- a body we cannot understand. A body that is never wrong. And oh, how we can’t help but look.
For me, the moon is full and hanging behind my eyes. The wrenching and the writhing The moaning and pain It is sublime, unbearable transformation. Transmutable worship, transmutable horror-- Nourishment for a thing caught in its becoming.
You caught me in my becoming.
I am the dragon and the maiden it keeps. I am the mouth and the hand reaching inside it. Darkness and light begin to blur. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠.
In those eyes 👀 is a dungeon 🕳 wherein a man's heart is captivated in the fascinating chamber of thy allurement. Beauty inflammation burning 🔥 the heart till molten and reshaped it for herself. One piece for you but the whole of my heart. A whole realist world for you. One heart for two. There's no one just you. Me and you cleave together even afterhere. #C9_fm
Heather grabbed at my ankles A bubbling stream shanty is sung Light opened holes in the morning sky
The gateway stood isolated as I approached Awaiting a portal vortex, I felt no worries It's partner lay broken, stranded and overgrown
The valley sprawled upwards beyond Following the stream bearing promises Torn brown waters drawn from peaty hearts
A storm lay waste in its stride Land slides piled high across the stream The throttling strictures but nature emends
Here the shadows are but places of wonder Rain an endorsement of wonder Wind to lift up the wings on depression
Where one voluntarily throws one's own ashes The lizard appears and basks on a sun drenched grit-stone Transformed a life form quizzically looks on
Is my reflection blinking on turbulent waters true A place where no lily pad can conquer a perspective blue The mind haunts the wilds carried on a prodigal dream
A walk in the pennines conjured up this poem and I could not finish it until I read a poem tonight by Eloisa, 'Abloom' A broken pair of gates stood across a trackway guarding the entry to the wilds of the pennine hills forgotten long ago. Where we spend our dreamy after life.