Imperfection reflects beauty in its true light

Imperfection reflects beauty in its true light

Perfection is a human concept

Time is a barrier to progress
It allows procrastination
Major changes take too long
The small things seem more relevant
Performed in an instant
Through them all is achievable

Breathing the fire
Contemplation
Burns my eyes

Sometimes people and society don’t allow us to be who we are
We have to comply with unwritten traditions
Mass insecurity tries to hold back individual growth
You cannot do this
You cannot do that
It may affect the lives of others
(But)
Life affects the path of all on a daily basis
No assistance is required
Follow our individual drive and travel together
Work with what we have
Instead of against
Lose our fear of reliance
Experience the event

Sometimes people and society don’t allow us to be who we are
We have to comply with unwritten traditions
Mass insecurity tries to hold back individual growth
You cannot do this
You cannot do that
It may affect the lives of others
(But)
Life affects the path of all on a daily basis
No assistance is required
Follow our individual drive and travel together
Work with what we have
Instead of against
Lose our fear of reliance
Experience the event

Struck by reality
The anonymous banana bends in the sun
Will the lemon return from the party ?
What about the others
Camouflage gone

What fate awaits in peeling
Exposing the pure flesh
Devoured as whole
Split from the cream

Does it seem
Cold

Awaiting armageddon
Or more

Struck by reality
The anonymous banana bends in the sun
Will the lemon return from the party ?
What about the others
Camouflage gone

What fate awaits in peeling
Exposing the pure flesh
Devoured as whole
Split from the cream

Does it seem
Cold

Awaiting armageddon
Or more

Struck by reality
The anonymous banana bends in the sun
Will the lemon return from the party ?
What about the others
Camouflage gone

What fate awaits in peeling
Exposing the pure flesh
Devoured as whole
Split from the cream

Does it seem
Cold

Awaiting armageddon
Or more

deep within
      I feel

coating my fingers
to reveal

dust
         exposed
no cloak of invisibility

dispersed  
to where

no one no one
will care

if it is not there

Stray thoughts
Drifting on a summer breeze
Feeling like the new dawn
Warming the disease

It's alright
All is well

This is my kinda heat

But it
Is
Really
The start of Hell

Green shoots pry
Into his house
The gardener waits
Listening in silence
And fails
They talk
They plan
Up the stairs
He is there
Our roots are not yet strong enough
But
He is weak
Wait
That noise
Rain
We grow

Green shoots pry
Into his house
The gardener waits
Listening in silence
And fails
They talk
They plan
Up the stairs
He is there
Our roots are not yet strong enough
But
He is weak
Wait
That noise
Rain
We grow

Overwhelmed sensitivity
Dying thoughts
Never created

Do you just agree with opinion
To keep the peace
That suits the nation

Or defend your belief

Despite the threat
Of isolation

When you go
Will you be mourned
Or left in the mass grave
Of the misinformed

Just suppose
Now
Is everything

Just suppose
Now
Is everything

Just suppose
Now
Is everything

Just suppose

Now



Is everything

The endless river rolls on
I am but driftwood
I am gone

strength of the imagination defines the risk factor of development
rely on yourself for the future you want
compromise where necessary but always keep sight of your goal
be who you think you are

Dimensionally adjacent
To my "first world" angst
Life is on edge
Existing
Perhaps
Not spoken
But seen
The dream
Is
To
Survive

lost for ages
thinking
not thinking
living

I am just a beach
Pounded by the waves
Sand washed away
Different everyday

I am just a beach
Subject of the sea
Never to be free
Lost for.....
Eternity

I am just a beach
Some say the shore
Others
The ocean's *****
No purpose
No more

T    his
I     s
M   y
E   ternity

Another day is mine like the winner's prize
Another day
In another week
Of this month
In a year
Mine in time
Found
Fulfilled
Lost
My forever

Visiting the beach on a school day in spring
Watching the waves and the birds on the wing
It's just me all alone no one around
This particular place can be described in a sound

Awe................... haw.................hmmm

Frozen to change
Immovable
Means nothing

Don't worry about a long life
Worry about not living

Tick - Tick - Tick - Tick - Tick

The world is like a clock
All that's missing is talk

Look through me
Far into the future
What do you think you see
What does the vision nurture
Is it to be expected
That all will be as should
Or have you just projected
The pattern that history provides as food

it's dark
mist on the glass
fog in my brain

it's dark
mist on the glass
fog in my brain

And cometh the morn
I am awake
not thru choice but the need to live

And cometh the morn
I am awake
Not through choice
But the need to live

Close your eyes let the world disappear
Forget where you are forget where is here
Picture the happiness of freedom within
Forget where you are forget where you've been
This moment is now
This moment is real
You're surroundings don't matter it's how you feel

the emptiness of a blank page is my expectation of tomorrow
whether I choose to fill it with joy or sadness is not always up to me but if I colour it with positivity my mind will be free

Trespassing in the wake of hope
I rise to the challenge of looking for optimism in all aspects of drama
To feel charged is preferable to being drained
What's the worst that could happen apart from the already inevitable

The brightest light                                 will only project so far
For the future              must remain in darkness
Hidden
            By a present
T
  h
    a
       t                          
                                     dictates so many possibilities

Trespassing in the wake of hope
I rise to the challenge of looking for optimism in all aspects of drama
To feel charged is preferable to being drained
What's the worst that could happen apart from the already inevitable

sunshine on the wall makes me smile
even in winter it fights against the oncoming storms
a little piece of joy
a lot like good health
not appreciated enough
our lives are filled with contradictions which is how it should be
it is harder to discover the true meaning if all feelings are known
but just to experience that fleeting moment of brightness
I know there is hope

21st century rebels
Reflecting a faded vision of the past
Creatures with comforts
"civilised society"
The pain
Those stars
Simply dictate

Go home

Find your talent
Exploit it
Change happens

Join the movement of individual thought

21st century rebels
Reflecting a faded vision of the past
Creatures with comforts
"civilised society"
The pain
Those stars
Simply dictate

Go home

Find your talent
Exploit it
Change happens

Join the movement of individual thought

World ends
World starts back up
World runs out of fuel
Sun refuses to help

World ends
World starts back up
World runs out of fuel
Sun refuses to help

master of type
defending tradition
deepest fear
accepting transition

If our actions reflected our words how different things would be

What lies before me
After all is passed

Will I remain
Stronger
Wiser
            maybe
                         prepared for the new day
                                                                      I do not know
But

I accept the challenge

Release
The Universe