How can this old-worldness be forever combined with such wide-eyed naivety?
How can the blackness in the human soul coexist with the bright wonder?
Gripped with the fore-knowledge that we will all burn yet still choose to believe these flames shall light our way out of darkness.
To understand the history of all things and still expect better.
To understand the choices made no matter how depraved.
Is this wonder? Is this hope?
What remains of my spirit battles with this essence and the dream survives daily. Should it?
I no longer know but I fight on and on until the end of things.
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Below the waves
and under the sea
I ponder how you’re doing
now that you’ve left me
Sinking to the bottom
I can see you from here
I just can’t believe
the water’s so clear
Engin Akyurt from Pixabay
Do you ever wonder at the creatures in the darkness?
Have you ever seen their eyes glint in the light from the stars?
Would you breathe in their scent as it wafts along with the wind?
Alone in the forest, can you feel their presence all around you?
They sense your shadows, smell your fears, and know your weaknesses.
For the fey are dark apparitions when they desire your blood…
If for no other reason than to stain their hats and teeth
while they savour your cries for help.
Piotr Wompel from Pixabay
Demon eyes they stare at me
Deep within my face
Everything I ever win
Is nothing but disgrace
Try as hard as I can
I know its but a case
No matter what occurs
I only lose this race
End it all if I could
But a coward from the base
A single shot, a single pill
My soul it would erase
katyandgeorge from Pixabay
What is so pleasing to the soul as that which is round?
A wheel as it rolls its way on by?
A simple plate as it bears our vitality?
An umbrella as it shields us from the rain?
The effect of a dress as it fans its way out in dance?
A ring primed with promise as it encircles our finger?
A ball as it bounces or a cup that holds within its walls our joy?
Why does the round hold itself so close to our hearts?
Sebastian Kopf from Pixabay
It is by brew alone I set my mind in motion.
It is by the juice of arabica that thoughts acquire speed, the teeth acquire stains. The stains become a warning. It is by brew alone I set my mind in motion.
Couleur from Pixabay
Happiness, fun in the pursuit
Hard to hold within one’s hands
Without, its loss none can refute
Joy, so simple and quick
Living in the shining now
Interrupted by words politic
Excitement, bright and true
Nothing can bring it down
Except every last one of you
Image by Derek Robinson from Pixabay
No reason for it that I can see
Living each day
as I always have
and I always do
and always will
and the day still remains
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Structures, in a way unforeseen
Fog, sensibilities lost and found again
Wonders, do sometimes cease
Image by SplitShire from Pixabay
Colors vibrate the spectrum
causing shifts through the phases
leaving only bright reflections
of intimations in its wake
forging ripples in the grand pond
of the universe whose waves
slap against the shores
of consciousness creating
mandelbrots spiraling forever
outward yet snuggly held within
the golden ratio as it gambols
amongst the magical Circle of Fifths
Image by Hermann Traub from Pixabay