— (hatin)

we are a highway kiss away from madness — tonight, you burn what's left of my breaths and i stay and sit and hold the matches to this roadside fire in total awe, darling

like an angel after his fall.

some things, too raw to die for heresy — some things, too raw to be an anomaly.

— fray narte

circle of circumstance

* certifies your stature to some extent;

paths you travel, folk you meet, depending on your soul’s particular bent.

your wanderlust, (yes, there’s a good kind…) or desire to search, seek & find

something out there that speaks to your blended kind of curiosity & savoir fare.

you can’t pinpoint where, but can feel a distinct tug to transport you - magically, like Aladdin’s rug;

should you step out & take a chance in unfamiliar places, states…

you’ll find the circle of circumstance doesn’t define or circumscribe 

& becomes more like a wide elliptical, spun;

where you - heavenly body - get to span your uniquely shaped galaxy

orbiting through the unique blend of that & those who trend with you - for fun, now & again - or whenever you choose. * 4/21 - lebuc - circle of circumstance

I used to have nightmares.

Memories from my past reappearing

constantly in my head.

Loudly giving me reminders over a past

I cannot change.

My mind was tugging at shadows that haunted me

since I was a little girl that made me feel

guilt over qualities I used to think were

flaws;

but now?

Now I am choosing to run to my old little girl self and

comfort her,

reminding her that although it may be tough now;

one day it won't be.

One day it'll be a new day,

and you'll have a new life that

no on else will be able to define for you.

You'll define it for yourself.

That part may sound scary at first and it'll be an adjustment to handle and

I don't promise there won't be a few bumps along the way;

but you'll make it through.

Now I am choosing to

let go of my shadows and embrace

the present sunlight.

In the earliest hour,

where it is picturesque, tranquil and vast,

the road is never ending.

What have you been thinking of?

Travelling, without objective,

a stranger to your effort, a pilot

searching for company -

The stillness of the space you move in

will soon be a distant thought

in the activities you subscribe to

nothing remains fixed, no morning is the same.

But your exploration, your friction

between time and space is etched into your spirit.

The End Of Time

When my time runs out

And the sand in my clock stops falling

Remember me for who I was

A man that had nothing but hoping

A warm breeze in the mid of winter

Covered by the freezing cold

And a leaf that fell in autumn 

Went dry and became gold

Remember me as a letter

A message you never wrote

A man that burned what he touches

Even though I tried my most

Remember me as my reminders

Telling me to always take care

And find the good in bad situations

To avoid being unfair

Remember me for who I am

Not who I was once before

Because if I ever hurt you once

Know that it’s shaking my core

For I never mean to cause any pain

So this will be the last time I do it

And I hope you have enough strength

To find yourself through it

“Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.” — Thomas Hardy

one day more

I will love you until the sun no longer wakes and the moon forever sleeps, I will love you until the clouds no longer weep and the land no longer grows, and even then, I will love you still, one day more

-calg

the other day i was looking out the window

i saw the shadow of a purple leaf tree

that tree's been gone for years, i know

and i wonder, was that a ghost or memory?

———

C. A. Singh • Today as I Rmemeber it

4-6-21

Tugging at shadows

to expose corners to light

the preacher speaks out

knowing our sins are toxic

coming between us and God.

.

D W Eldred

Trainspotting (1996)

“When you arise in the morning think of what a privilege it is to be alive, to think, to enjoy, to love.” — Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Silence

There is a silence in this world,

A lonely, solemn darkness.

And it stretches as far as the oceans,

It breaths as much as the wind.

It hides behind innocent smiles,

Empty happiness.

*****

There is a silence

Among bustling crowds,

Where people sit and never speak.

Between families that have forgotten to share,

Between lovers who have forgotten to love,

In the hearts of poets,

Who have forgotten the meaning of words.

*****

There is silence,

Alive and alluring

Calling us all to sleep,

Putting our lives to rest,

There is a silence here,

As quiet as death.

       -Mild Reflections

Wake or Dream

Everything about it

That dream

The dream

Felt... so... real

So real that

Even after I woke up

I laid there

Feeling what was left

Enjoying

Every ember

Of that amazing dream

Spending time with you

While I rested

Was so well spent

As the sun began to kiss my face

My ears began to hear

I tried hard to float back

To the dream

To that dream

Yet every morning I open my eyes

Knowing one day

I know I’ll see you

Staring back at me

And I will kiss you

—Raquel LM

“I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me”- Hunter S. Thompson

“Love is an illusion and conditional, but hatred is real.” -Debdut