#epiphanies
My epiphanies never last
Rising and popping like bubbles in a glass
Frequently falling flat
No real form for all their fizz.
Nov 23, 2023
Nov 23, 2023 at 1:26 PM UTC
we live in a phase to be written down in history,
where people needed humanity;
the eyes to see,
the ears to listen,
the mind to think,
the lips to encourage,
the hand to kindly give,
and the heart to burst with love.
where people take lesser things for granted;
a soul tap with nature,
a coffee with a good friend,
an affection from a loved one,
a moment that easily passes by if not lived.
bittersweet neoteric epiphanies,
gliding through my skin like a cold sheet of memories,
as fond as it is for my isolated soul,
they felt so new, so raw, that I hope on the aftermath
pride and prejudice steps aside for humanity to make us whole.
IA
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 2:19 PM UTC
I'd like to talk about curves
Twist and turns
Dented surfaces
Or talk about God
Childish wishes
Open caskets
Broken promises
Surfing on Universal energies
Deciphering the Poems in the music
I'd like to visit Paris
Everglades sawn grass Prairie
With my palms caressing softly
I need a mental picture of paradise
A motivational quote before bed at night
These nightmares stressing for a fight
I'd like to talk with my dad again
I need a map of manhood
I think I might be doing it wrong
......Or just tell him that I'm a proud son
I want to dance
Waltzing around things I value
With black leather dress shoes
Courting yellows from blues
Using old memories as punching bag
Thinking about that kid who wasn't punching back
Curved spine with a heavy backpack
I want to be here now
No captions, just sounds
.....and curves
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 6:27 AM UTC
Inside everyone of us exists a chorus.
A picture-present, set of voices.
In this abstract, I find thought & reality
to be a singular unit.
Each conglomerate sings of a present desire/want.
We are made gods in this place, bounded of course by the limitations of our own imagination.
Some thoughts are wicked, some thoughts are pleasant.
Some thoughts must be simply kept wholesome, to keep the world from our essence.
Sadly, i find that nothing i conjure is 100% my own.
Each spin of the web is a subset creation of some else's ideas, someone else problems. In this i find that free will of course is also evaporated.
i the author stands on the shoulder of another.
in this realization i am set free.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
*She's the beginning
of this gentle insanity
as I'm falling deep
into her charms
all over again
Night and day
Day and night
Begins and ends
with her image
And even in the littlest
reaches of her hand
I open my door to her
and in every release of it
I await again and again
until her palm is again
within reach
with the same questions*
every. single. time.
in my mind
"What am I to you?"
"What do I mean to you?"
*When you wake up
with broken heartstrings
after every reach
you learn so much
after each awakening*
*That I love her enough
to bludgeon the thought
engrave it to my skull
and accept the fact that
I am now only a friend that
exists to her*
only when I am needed
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
Everything just seems really fragile
The sophistication of a thought virus
that erupted in my soul
a concept I deplore
and all at once
the words come
like a rush of desperation
flooding the paper
desperate for anything
a sigh
a relief
Anguish.
Breath.
I panic in a fetal attempt to reason
with left side logic
but my creativity spills over
Creating scenes
imagined
of tales
that haven’t happened
I try and hold on to a shred of sanity
As the feeling takes over
It wakes me
From a forever deep slumber;
Or was it the yelling
Coming from the other room
Deep loud voices
Begging one another for love
I can’t be making this up
Enlightened memories
Stuffed underneath piles of
Irrelevant nonsense
I’m trying to live
i'm living to try and find
Freedom:::
Rings threw my head
In a confused attempt
To reason with the concept
Free the panic
Because it comes from
A subconscious
Desire to succeed
a feeling rooted in a community
I was only ever taught to fear
Yet I was only ever taught with love
The feeling is so strong
It hurts
the complexity of the issue
It’s not that im shaded
Its that im stranded
On an island
With a row boat
The sea at ease
But I can only see shallow deep
meanwhile the possibilities become
The steady click of a keyboard
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
Whoa! The thunder woke me. It shakes this little house. The lightning seems to come directly to my window and it lights up my room like strobe light. I feel very small, and very scared. It feels weird because there was a time when this weather was rather empowering; now it is the opposite. But...I recall that time to be when I was the happiest with myself. So, things have happened, and I've lost confidence. I am realizing that only I am able to talk myself into who I was. Because I've never been one to stay down long. I've got a schedule of achievements to make. I am determined to rebuild what I have lost.
And just like that... the second round of thunder encourages me and I am laughing with excitement.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 6:16 AM UTC