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To gain strength in ones back; one must use it; just as one must use strength, to gain strength.

Opening up your heart is not letting others in, but letting yourself to others.

Self awareness, is knowledge of our responsibility of the awareness of others; to love others is to love yourself.

talented skies

Talented skies of earthly rise,
I can see your face on the turning of the wind.
Into the waters hedges, I feel infinite you.
Come back to me, take me with you.
Blue mountains graze beyond, the ridges crop the skies,
All is rising between them and the clouds.
After the shadows linger the moon prospers,
Taking bloom on the waters, I heard it cry.
Come back to me, take me with you.

Perhaps change isn’t enough. Perhaps change will need changing.

your hats!

Hold onto your hats! Hold onto your hats! 

The wind’s stopped blowing but, 

Hold onto your hats!

All of the above. All of the below

If life is precious, then, ALL, life is precious.

unus

Why did the chicken cross the road? Because the road exists.

When one ignores the bad, it dims the good. When one acknowledges the bad, the good becomes greater

Attention

Search and you shall find; find and you shall search.

Knowledge

My quest in life is not to understand my life – but to understand my ripple effect of life itself. For it is not myself that one depends on but rather on all else my life depends.

ignoring ignorance ignoramus

choices

My head hurts trying to think what to write to you. I hope your head hurts trying to read it.

Freedom is a shared expression of love; to love is to live without restraint for others to also love.

the weed

A weed is a plant that outgrows its ability, therefore, outperform supposed companions… slowly destroying the natural habitat in which it was introduced; upsetting the balance of its most raw peace, and order. A weed is hard to maintain, and need acquire much, (of your wasted) precious time, being eliminated, (or at least maintained), from its unnatural state of existence.

Let it be where it is meant, to be. To be where it is accustomed to be the best it can and was made, to be.

No plant is truly a weed.

tree

she grows tall and twisted.
silver grey skin.
twinkly greens from her ends, never to see below her trunk.
her leg perched still on what solid ground.
her wonders spread.
she’s only one of them.
magnificent you.
her curves are her perfection, she holds your air.
she’s all she has.
she stands her ground.

a place where we know

He took me to a place I could never get to myself.
He took me to a place where only I could go.
He took me to a place where only he knew of.
It’s a place where I know.
It’s a place where we know.

Everyone’s in a rush to get nowhere

barren and deaf

There was a
      frightful silence.
The walls echoed
   stillness against the walls.
The bareness of sounds
surround me barren
and deaf.

every tree has a story. every leaf has a journey. every root has its struggle. every branch has a past; has a future.

I was once told that smiling gives you wrinkles. I didn’t want wrinkles, so I decided not to smile. It didn’t make me very happy in the end.

body image

it is not that i try but all else tries

I am an accomplished wanderer in my own right.  I am never a particular place to be, but am familiar with being in a place exact to where I am meant, to be.
You see, it is not that I try but all else tries to put me in its place that I forsakenly find refuge elsewhere, as it be. I appear to no one concerned about my whereabouts.
Please understand that it is in my own unforseen loss that indeed I am founded, and that where I be is where I am meant, to be. And there, my solitaire remain bliss.

state of mind

The disturbances from the next room were edging me towards complaint.
The skirting boards murmured every sound.
I was distressed and frightful.
I was in a state of mind concealed
from the normalcy of a straight life.

today I am thankful for clean water to wash my hands, for some, don’t even have clean water to drink.

Gratitude

(the key word is ‘even’; in this unfair world.

every body thought i was a stranger. but i was no stranger, i knew myself perfectly well

“Gasp” – self portrait

eloquent smile

You sir,
eloquent smile.
Stop it with all your ramble
and unfashionable worldly insight.
Come down from there.
Your perch from the world.
You are no more human than I am.

endless indeed

The possibilities were endless… so I thought.
With a rampant mind, reluctant heart and wayward ways; the possibilities, I suppose now, were, endless indeed.

caught in the middle

There’s something in her tooth… I should have told her a while ago. There’s still something in her tooth… I should have told her a while ago.

All the love I’ve ever known has been quiet.

real love

woe to you

Woe to you and your blistering few,

who scavenge the scavengers and steal from the stealer’s.

Woe to you and your besightful teeth,

in rage they curl upward and scratch at the gums.

Woe to you and your misery men,

snuffing out candles and setting alight the trees.

I have no purpose in the reasoning of purpose, but, in existence.

life

the triumph

I was fixated on the most curious of thoughts.
Courteous of the surround surrounds.
The limpid walk by and claim the wind as their own – never to care for those in the chair.
I had long strived to be as them, though I never knew it to be so hard.
What a triumph it is that I may tangle myself in their troubles and break through.
What a triumph it is to make the other side.
What a triumph it is to appear sound.
Such triumph does not exist in these waves.
This wind is gusty, my head hurts from its push.
Hold me back again.
Hold me back again.

struck again

Caught in the words of the serpent,
caught in wilds mind.
Trapped in detestable admiration,
I was struck.
Struck again at the knee,
struck and fallen to my knees.
Struck and bearing all to all.

two birds

Two birds, flying
over my head.
Two birds, singing
sweetly
to eachother on their
way.
Two
birds, see their feathers
changing colour past the
sun.

dirty green habit (a rambling post)

So I like driving. No destination, no maps, volume on high, windows down and long country roads. This makes me happy.
It’s a dirty green habit that I have no shame in expressing. Cruising joyfully along, meanwhile emissions pump out the exhaust pipe. Top up the tank, tip out the coins. It’s worth it.
I am particularly fond of winding roads, especially those that turn to dirt. I feel somewhat wild being somewhat off road.
I’ve always admired those who drive cute vintage convertibles over the hills. I imagine myself doing that one day. At least once.

the old couple

The old couple sit and admire the view,

silently for hours.

He is asleep.

the reckless few

The reckless few held their hands up high, their heads up high and walked on by.
Following in their footsteps they walk for many miles.
For many miles
they walk. Circles, circles, circles.
Reckless in all abandonment,
questionable arrangements,
there it was in quarrelsome worries,
that
they too saw an end.

this bird

An aromatic abundance lit the air.
Cast into my midst, I grasp what I
can.
I escape on the tails of the wind; reluctant to hold anything
close.
You had past.
Only but a fragment memory, a waft of vision lead to
blindness.
Nothing had overcome us till now.
Our pockets full, our seams
now torn.
Lost from all consciousness but one; stuck to me as a nail to a
thumb.
I swallowed a piece of you that I never saw again; let loose from the
fortress troops.
This bird lives on edge.
I have no room for
dreaming.
There’s too much to think about now.
I lay where the shade is
deep and the memories are few.
I wallow for your return.
Could you wait a
moment whilst I gather my thoughts, perk my down and prepare for flight?
Oh
if I could fly above the trees with you!
I folded up the little pieces of
joy, and threw them away with the last hurrah.
This bird walks with a limped
stride.
Scavenging scrapes, this bird joins the others.

the past

You think you know everyone,

you think you know it all!

You hold onto the past, like you think its yours!

I stayed inside most of the day. Then I went outside to go to a place inside.

life indoors

is life

And unto what grand design be it to this unfathomable existence that I must roam its paths to many wondrous abounds?

Is anyone any more certain of its appearance to take shape in a form that gratitudes the mind and soul alike?

I have not yet found the substance that can relinquish my right and my will to so use it as its own, yet why the urge to do so?

It is all too greater an idea to place ones own practised imminence into all reality.

I had not gained all entity nor inequity, and so, be it to my fellow fellows that I may not be so inclined to decree an enriched abandonment of my being to enter such innumerable awe.

the trees with you

“Oh if I could fly above the trees with you like two birds on their way. Oh if I could fly above the trees with you.”

“Oh, but you have my dear.”

reminded

Reminded and reminded and reminded again.

Again and again and again and again.

I forgot.

Thank you kindly for your words of utter resentment, of control and freakish care.

hidden agendas

eating their fur

Their sight had all gone astray.
They were looking in their
undergarments.
They were frolicking on the grasses.
It was in the distance
where they folly.
Not all alone they thought no one saw.
They cheered all
the more.
I wasn’t going to tell them, but it was on my mind.
I let them
be, chasing their tales as it were, eating their fur.

in this love

It is in this love

that the frightful vanish.

Banished in their need for love

they are loved no more.

 

you’re my daisy of the field with your hair spread on the pillow.

romance