Tag: soul
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2020
A sudden fracture within the norm gave way to an unexpected tragedy. A single infection shut down the world. Despite the unprecedented events, we sought peace and equality. Our reality is now planted in a virtual world. A King showed us the meaning of strength and commitment; a loss we cannot recover. Politicians forsaking the…
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Reincarnation
The war for survival has ended; body and mind claimed by destruction. My spirit drained into the sinister machinations. I became lost; my life transported into the emptiness of time. Renewal is a desire; reinvention is a dream. Rebirth is necessary to reclaim my soul.
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Sunday
Rum and Coke; diluting frosty shards. Taste of reminiscence; scent of delight. Some pencil sketches. Those candid creations. No erasures. Lines forming collaboration. Moment caressing nostalgia. A connected imagination. Colors and shades. A childhood infatuation.
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Broken Foundation.
We saw your silhouette on the foggy horizon. You were lost, broken, and seeking acceptance. An emptiness filled by the opening of a kind domain. You were given a safe haven. However, points of view quickly became distorted. You decided to etch your unexpected displeasure on every surface. This beautiful place disgraced by the subtle…
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Sifting Time
Dust of Earth… Body of clay… Breath of life… End of days. —– Seconds of anticipating; Everything slows down. Foggy thoughts dissipating; Watching the effects of time.
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Simple Finale
The thought of growing old in this world concerns me. This life of constant judgment and turmoil is not my Utopia. We are left with the maddening ways of an untoward generation. Life’s finale grows in complication. I wish for a simple ending; to reach my destination on this inward journey.
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Calm
Marooned beneath the clouds Finally, the rain subsides; Embracing the sun. ———- Riding gentle flows Surrender to the motion Peace over the falls
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Blindsided
Tiny windows; Thoughts distracted. Knowledge failing; Day’s reaction. Devils lurking; sunlight blinding. Expectations.
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Eve O’Lution
We spoke on misguided terms. A journey planned without regards. Your visit is a guilt trip. That scheming play on words. You are a deceitful woman. Believing we couldn’t see the truth. Now you’re feigning innocence; Using mental abuse. You still don’t get it. You’re not the boss of me; You never were.
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Five-Oh
I have spent several months assessing and appraising the details of my life. The investment in the worthless, believing in good ideas. The consumate overachiever wanting to prove that I can get the job done. I constantly look back at the disappointing outcomes. A complication is begging for confrontation. Mental cues are receiving a miscommunication.…
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Dry Despair
Blindness guided me. A storm wounded my soul Endless disarray. One bad decision times three. Bourbon counsels my sanity. Hoping for wisdom. Weeping without tears.
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Regardless
Woke up to a cold Autumn morning; The sunrise was hours away. Sleep wanted me to stay in bed, Thoughts of the moment denied its desire. A routine that was unchanged For so many decades. Ideas to remove the insanity; Destiny is the antagonist toward my best laid plans.
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Gen-X
Goodbye is the epitaph. Childhood memories lost within the grave. Now, I lay me down to sleep. We missed the moment; wrong people in the wrong places. I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
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Lessons
We travelled so far The path we took for happiness Wandering and losing time We bled for the sake of joyThe sacrifice we took for granted Wasted and trampled upon We changed within the moment The lessons filled with painWanting and fading away
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Life and Death
I remember the time when I longed for death… the conversation with a loved one that started as joke. We stared at a mess she made; the overwhelming clutter of chaos and debris. Someone said she is going to kill me because I kept teasing her situation. I replied that I’m ready to die; she…
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Dirty Deeds
The illumination of hope a presence defiled full of promises and deception beneath their tainted smile. The lyrics sung like angels reminiscent of lullabies flowing along their melodic lies. The spirit of kindness buried in the sands of time memories lost, the future sublime. The darkness consumes us , our hearts are cold. Blood on the parchment…
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Scorpio Night
A moment brings us back to this place. Another sleepless night, painting thoughts on the ceiling. Sentiments resting on convenience. A touch of venom on the tongue a release of poison in the spirit. Everything and nothing is the same.
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Wings
Every time I think this moment is different, it ends up being the same. The change I crave, I do not recognize nor do I understand. I need something to call my own… something… that will free my soul.
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