i think and reflect
my MIND. it disconnect
discharged by intellect.
bombarded like traffic at a intersect.
hard to find the WORDS to describe the feelings
i tell myself it’s right for the soul
but a split consensus,
has unearthed an INNUENDUS.
poetry for release.
a walking man with crippled feats…-Ceasar.Abarca
Theres a point in an individuals life. it strikes the mind,
wide-eyed, we gasp silently.
You come to realize that it stops for no man.
Twisting & Turning,
you find yourself traveling down a path… were imperfection is experienced daily. Changes come, like seasons. We adapt.
Adjustments are made,
Sleeved rolled up,
Preparation is made for the long journey that awaits you.
No certainty for whats in store. With feet planned.
into the unknown in hopes we find ourselves.
Always embrace touch,
& give flowers while you can still smell them
Time stops for no man.
the doppler of the soul
& it all of a sudden
you become whole
start a life,
meet a wife,
& learn. That
right isn’t always right.
Evergreens | Meadows
Lifes sweeter when you let go
A form of conductive exclusivity
that could part the sandy blue sea
That makes us who we want to be.
They say your best shit
Is whats left
At the end you have a set list
Qualities & necessities
That ment more when you were standing next to me.
Feeling of empathy
Made up due to a lack of telepathy
The moons vast
The sun, contrast
And this will past.
We could shoot down the stars
rearrange them from where we are.
never be apart
we’re a work of art
a work of art