And when his memory faded
Dancing in the distance
Like a mirage, appeared
His destiny in heat
Arms uninhibited by the equinox
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3+3+2+5
Then like clockwork
I turn my head to see
3+3+2+5
And know you’re here with me
The quietness of failure
I never had the answer
for the question in my hand
I was told you just can’t stay here
so go collect your things
It must have felt like death there
long before he chose
The quietness of failure
in a house no longer home
I never asked for this hurt to be mine
I never felt more shameful by and by
I pushed it all away like it would disappear
I never knew a stranger who
I loved more dearly when he died.
The underlying message
Before you fear the story
Or judge the storyteller
Look at the period in time
The story told was written
To fully understand
Without pride or prejudice
The underlying message
wasted days
I remember all my wasted days
so vividly now and always
because for all my wasted days
tallied together, I’m that much more
thankful for the good ones
and the people I shared them with,
who made them great and who I miss dearly
upon all these abundant, wasted days.
Eating edibles by the ocean
Her sun kissed skin
My wind swept hair
Eating edibles by the ocean
So happy we’re here
word: a single distinct conceptual unit of language
People tend to use words
they don’t fully understand,
for emotions that they feel
though fail to express,
like throwing daggers blindly —
it’s depressing.
Finger Paint and Prose
She put down her pen
and released herself
to the world, renewed.
Purpose became her passion
finger paint and prose,
the poet taught them miracles.
The finest ever known.
Morning Meditation
Like clockwork
yesterday turns today’s
hand backward
toward awakening.
I am whole.
No longer is the time
to judge what we do not understand,
but rather embrace it.
So easily forgotten
is the ability to learn something new
each and everyday.
To venture the world
and to take a chunk of it mindfully
was told to me once,
and though I’ve stumbled
I’ve never forgotten.
Yesterday’s world is no longer today’s
as yesterday’s confusion fades
my compassion continues
and my gratitude grows
with peace and understanding.
I am whole.
Words Of An Average White Male 