#davidbojay - Hello Poetry

I speak the right words, but they fall from a heart out of tune Intrusively lucid— while the world hums in illusion, spouting sense that makes none Aimless walking through loud laughters irritated at echoes of joy Contradictions cradle me innocence hand in hand with experience, dissonance brushing up against self-clearance I love what I know of the love I hold within The sacred blood seeping through the cracks of my mind, filling me with the will to stretch this life beyond decay A double life—E.H. Taylor for me and red wine for the floosies Congrats to the self-aware, souls floating in shared air Writing, applying, testing what tomorrow will catch I wake to a burning light grateful still, through the blur of pain I forgot where it began—LOL Cardio and party time Bar Leos and smarty-nosed muses, these are the tides’ offerings— feelings we chase then drop in a whim With nothing to lose, there is nothing to attain only a return to the raw conditions, the pulse of what always is Moment to moment without the lens of perception, life unfolds through me without my doing Seeing through the mirage of the doer, solidities dissolve— I acquire what I want without desire No resistance in any instance, motivations rise effortlessly No status to chase; I let go of my “control” over nature The relative and the ultimate become one Locationless in a world of coordinates no exception to experience I feel light today, bouncy, one breath at a time, shape-shifting A conscious meltdown swells—there’s no one to forgive, only to remember I expect nothing now from the people I seem to love, just playing with controls to master victories and tragedies The result remains the same beneath my lens Relationships bloom, others wilt.... love to lose soon, others yet to rise while I stand in eternal dusk Cycles to evade & patterns to erase.... better now than too late I polish the words I thought were myself Complete from the start // I need no validation I translate my experience into imagination, earn my freedom to move on Imaginary pains I once inflicted holographic anguish I no longer fear Death cannot hold me I live inside isolation until I reach the heavens and merge with duality entire Master of masks, I drift and dissolve— breathing the truth I’ve always been

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Oct 4, 2025

Oct 4, 2025 at 6:16 PM UTC

david-bojay

Master of Masks

I speak the right words, but they fall from a heart out of tune Intrusively lucid— while the world hums in illusion, spouting sense that makes none Aimless walking through loud laughters irritated at echoes of joy Contradictions cradle me innocence hand in hand with experience, dissonance brushing up against self-clearance I love what I know of the love I hold within The sacred blood seeping through the cracks of my mind, filling me with the will to stretch this life beyond decay A double life—E.H. Taylor for me and red wine for the floosies Congrats to the self-aware, souls floating in shared air Writing, applying, testing what tomorrow will catch I wake to a burning light grateful still, through the blur of pain I forgot where it began—LOL Cardio and party time Bar Leos and smarty-nosed muses, these are the tides’ offerings— feelings we chase then drop in a whim With nothing to lose, there is nothing to attain only a return to the raw conditions, the pulse of what always is Moment to moment without the lens of perception, life unfolds through me without my doing Seeing through the mirage of the doer, solidities dissolve— I acquire what I want without desire No resistance in any instance, motivations rise effortlessly No status to chase; I let go of my “control” over nature The relative and the ultimate become one Locationless in a world of coordinates no exception to experience I feel light today, bouncy, one breath at a time, shape-shifting A conscious meltdown swells—there’s no one to forgive, only to remember I expect nothing now from the people I seem to love, just playing with controls to master victories and tragedies The result remains the same beneath my lens Relationships bloom, others wilt.... love to lose soon, others yet to rise while I stand in eternal dusk Cycles to evade & patterns to erase.... better now than too late I polish the words I thought were myself Complete from the start // I need no validation I translate my experience into imagination, earn my freedom to move on Imaginary pains I once inflicted holographic anguish I no longer fear Death cannot hold me I live inside isolation until I reach the heavens and merge with duality entire Master of masks, I drift and dissolve— breathing the truth I’ve always been

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there's no reason to remember about what I've desired just like I forgot about the desire to write I've allowed myself the freedom to do (when I want) (focus when it comes) it's what feels to be, spiritual progress radiant feelings coming and fleeting thought forms melting before all I'm seeing attitude is vibration the root of creation divine formation through useless information making sense without mystical procedures wasted leisure (false ambitions deriving from unnatural greed) open myself to persecution only to realize I my"self" am an illusion so it begins, the dissolution calm and ready secluded in the mysteries of this great theatre life, a series of memories arranged in the practical harmonical manner (if that's a word) (keep typing) what do I live for? a production of symbolism entertained in the prisms that so happen to reflect human mischief live to diminish built up anguish a hopeless wish meaningless stitch can't manage the baggage inside the cerebral attic static between breaths the moment I'll let settle in the sun that meant to set (a wedding in the sky) lost love so divine tears rushing down my cheeks at night reflecting on universal signs eternal truths 3.14 pie I sigh a moment at a time you can't change, only modify generous time flies realizations combined directions for decisions in mind (this life) incline, decline experiences desgined in curves, opposing straight lines how would we even define.... what truly aligns the spirit continue, live like there's no finish vulnerable characters to diminish predict my wishes my heart longing for what isn't what was no longer there couldn't stare at what I couldn't bare missed true love by plenty hairs mistakes were obvious I was oblivious thinking of what could've been again Limited trains of thought All I used to sought for, cost a lot it was you, who inspired some tunes formed by the formless wind that creates the dunes Inevitable doom Saudade Under the moon I succumb to you act upon intentions and responses perhaps it's way too soon flowers yet to bloom ideas flowing out the womb mistakes to broom room to improve a struggle before you wake less and less to rake In and out of fantasies can't trust in (reality) question my sanity study my anatomy Zoom passed meaningless blues I’m on my walk... I feel better now examine the highs before I drown again calculate the vitamins narratives written with my fancy stolen pen this is.... idk

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Sep 12, 2021

Sep 12, 2021 at 3:31 PM UTC

david-bojay

sunday sep 12

there's no reason to remember about what I've desired just like I forgot about the desire to write I've allowed myself the freedom to do (when I want) (focus when it comes) it's what feels to be, spiritual progress radiant feelings coming and fleeting thought forms melting before all I'm seeing attitude is vibration the root of creation divine formation through useless information making sense without mystical procedures wasted leisure (false ambitions deriving from unnatural greed) open myself to persecution only to realize I my"self" am an illusion so it begins, the dissolution calm and ready secluded in the mysteries of this great theatre life, a series of memories arranged in the practical harmonical manner (if that's a word) (keep typing) what do I live for? a production of symbolism entertained in the prisms that so happen to reflect human mischief live to diminish built up anguish a hopeless wish meaningless stitch can't manage the baggage inside the cerebral attic static between breaths the moment I'll let settle in the sun that meant to set (a wedding in the sky) lost love so divine tears rushing down my cheeks at night reflecting on universal signs eternal truths 3.14 pie I sigh a moment at a time you can't change, only modify generous time flies realizations combined directions for decisions in mind (this life) incline, decline experiences desgined in curves, opposing straight lines how would we even define.... what truly aligns the spirit continue, live like there's no finish vulnerable characters to diminish predict my wishes my heart longing for what isn't what was no longer there couldn't stare at what I couldn't bare missed true love by plenty hairs mistakes were obvious I was oblivious thinking of what could've been again Limited trains of thought All I used to sought for, cost a lot it was you, who inspired some tunes formed by the formless wind that creates the dunes Inevitable doom Saudade Under the moon I succumb to you act upon intentions and responses perhaps it's way too soon flowers yet to bloom ideas flowing out the womb mistakes to broom room to improve a struggle before you wake less and less to rake In and out of fantasies can't trust in (reality) question my sanity study my anatomy Zoom passed meaningless blues I’m on my walk... I feel better now examine the highs before I drown again calculate the vitamins narratives written with my fancy stolen pen this is.... idk

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In and out the forest// To confess I need to reflect// Storage in my dome// Recollecting for a poem// Have to think out what's important// Broken like a door hinge/ Hanging from the cliff ends// Envisioned in memory lane// Before I focused on the present, living in vain// Never knowing if myself I'll forgive// From seeing beyond this suspenseful grid// To experience and reflect is what I did// Lying to the mirror, so what if you're a little weirder// Beyond self-identification, but people are people and judge the surface// My soul was stolen from a belief that didn't help me see beyond accepting eternity without fear and uncertainty// Accepted death, in my "eternal" sleep I'll be awake in contemplate// Experiencing the essence in the present just makes sense// (walking around Walmart, typing and typing) Hoping gave me grief// When I reached within and confronted "myself" is when I was finally at ease// It's a movie and I'll lead// I wish, that you could see, through these letters put together, so that we can just "be"//

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Nov 3, 2017

Nov 3, 2017 at 9:03 PM UTC

david-bojay

the forest

In and out the forest// To confess I need to reflect// Storage in my dome// Recollecting for a poem// Have to think out what's important// Broken like a door hinge/ Hanging from the cliff ends// Envisioned in memory lane// Before I focused on the present, living in vain// Never knowing if myself I'll forgive// From seeing beyond this suspenseful grid// To experience and reflect is what I did// Lying to the mirror, so what if you're a little weirder// Beyond self-identification, but people are people and judge the surface// My soul was stolen from a belief that didn't help me see beyond accepting eternity without fear and uncertainty// Accepted death, in my "eternal" sleep I'll be awake in contemplate// Experiencing the essence in the present just makes sense// (walking around Walmart, typing and typing) Hoping gave me grief// When I reached within and confronted "myself" is when I was finally at ease// It's a movie and I'll lead// I wish, that you could see, through these letters put together, so that we can just "be"//

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