#artofliving
Minutiae of life, betwixt
Sacred and profane in the mundane,
If lustless, miraculous disdained,
Evolves at it's own clip
Giving the unseeing eye the slip,
A crysalis of sorts,
Caterpillaring into
Butterflying love.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 6:18 AM UTC
Every morning
We woke up
And believe on dreams
And everyday magic
And find a reason
And being aware
Adopt the art
Of inhale, exhale
Mastering a balance
And it makes sense
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 12:15 AM UTC
In a pornographic poem
ee cummings wrote
may i feel ,
Fell the nicest of the rhymes into
Brooks of sholas
Untidy caveman and lady in water
Heard the words in the streams
Though evaporated few from the stream
There stood ee Cummings on the banks
With the inks for liquid state
Somewhere he again stood
With the inks for gaseos state
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 4:37 AM UTC
i get high on love and travel with happy pills
how do people know
when if they're absolutely in rotting misery?
i wish it'd be possible for us
to measure the exquisite feelings
of raw emotions
and let us know
when it kicks off
i mean, what i'm trying to say, i suppose,
is i won't stand motionless
as life passes by
nor become a predator of my mind
none of us should
again, do tell me,
how do people say
when they're feeling like
leaves
floating around
the ocean
and nothing else?
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 4:29 AM UTC