I don’t want to see you as everything
the parts of things
You
all of me pushed out
That is all me

I don’t need to hear from you everyday
Just to know you’re somewhere out there
Time has shown its color  
You are able to find that solid ground on your own
And so am I.

The world is one crooked expression
always crooning into the cosmos of a lunar addiction
The world waits to unfurl your subjective reality

And I’m just a brave voice in a space
responding to it

A friend told me, once you pin a star, you’re eternally a spear

The next day I heard from God
that his light is just a substitute for gold

According to the world, nobody keeps their promises

So we define a few things:

liquid-  a quench for realisation
solid- self-knowledge
gas- a dense fog circulating around our selfish ideals ___

We are a jumble of our own crooked expressions

In Perfect
Precision

I could **** up your science
With an angle like that

As humility pays homage to the sun’s yoke

Living in a system that is anything but solar

The circle of survival has transformed into a flaming ball of cruelty
A mystery of clouds submerging in unreliable metamorphosis

O, I wish you were still there to
keep me in place
safe away

My thought is a solid wanderer
And the value of humankind:

Human complexity: over esteemed

(Most people would like others to think that they are more than they are)
(That they have a lot more going on than what meets the eye)

The majority; shallow beings

In the face of God
we must judge our own mirror

For he could never be endowed
with more idolatry
than is deserved
None.
in simple praise alone

Be it cracked
or smooth
scraping with innocence
or far removed

Spiralling deep into the underworld

Some mermaid being shall pick it up
and bring it to her face
distorted
in a shell like shape

It remains
a constant
reminder
of who we are

A chosen ending
beneath all things  
ineffable

and above all
wonder
brimming

on the brink
of tears.

I am.

Ask yourself:

What is the threshold you are willing to standardize

I would like to see past the parts of shatter
How two humans can thought to be
made and not made
For the other
The disturbing disconnect
Created in a spin of unique relational difference

When suppression comes with mixed emotions
Opportunities take their time
Outside the ether
Like glowing stars
They don’t glitter for everyone
They haven’t been offered yet

I met you in a world apart.
When you couldn’t reach me
I’ve been treated so long
As if I was becoming insufferable

Fine winding tendrils that once cradled the heart
They say that promises sweeten the growth
But I don’t need this
I don’t need this

I need the sweetness, the cherish, the kiss goodnight, the beacon light, the distance lost, the softness, the weakness
A sweet victory scene
Love of my life

Oh I need this..

I’m a slow dying flower
Frost biting hour
Slowly becoming untouchable

Do you remember the way
You missed me before
Your face spoke like promises
whispered like prayers

You’d always tell me there
Would be better days
Can’t bite the words
Just hold your breath
Find your worth
And find yourself
In all the madness

Patience is its own form of insanity
But we will get through it..

Rebirth
Delicate flower
withered and dying
in sweltering heat
of a merciless sun.
Tangled vines crush
bruising and bleeding
while roots of this flower
search for the meaning.

Suddenly rebirth!
a butterfly beauty
glorious colors
of rainbows delight.
Wings now unfurled
heavenward reaching
free now to fly
into infinite light

Writing poetry has allowed me to let those parts of me (the parts behind the mask)
live somewhere during challenging times.

That is why I have placed them on the page; to be able to move towards them like a wave and flow into something deeper and greater and more powerful:
Shifting these stories of imagery and metaphor as they are and weaving them as a symbol of creating my life.

I see movement in the stillness and my learning to tolerate and move beyond it.
To grow with it to higher places of expectation of myself. And just knowing that enables me to feel better.
I hope it does for you as well.
You are loved and appreciated.



A Butterfly Unmasked:

Our bodies are not blank figures:
We are a composite of creation
Of invisible form
A container of
Thought
of body
in a jar
Of human Spirit
Taking down the mask
Each day
I invite you into my stories of poems.

With Love and Healing,
LannaEvolved

I watch and see with glittering eyes the whole world around me

As the greatest secrets are hidden in the most unlikely places

I envisioned through my travels
the faith that met my hands

First imagined

We both believed in magic manifested

Forever yours as a rare jewel
Found on the most unexpected of days.


Godly love never fails

it creates shivers

It comes with patience
In what was once lost

What we found
Reclaimed  


I feel the feelings every time you capture my spirit body and mind.

I soar in a ****** crave

What is love but the feeling of kisses for eternity

The soul becomes dyed with the color of such a simple thought and yet becomes the truth when we least expect it