Phone off, forgotten somewhere.
Loose, flowing, brushed hair.
Zero fucks given & I don’t care.
Off to the inner world I dare.
No meeting, no projects,
only reading for fun.
Clean here, clean there,
hair now goes up in a high bun.
No obligations, no people,
I’m left with myself.
Usually this is a blast,
but sometimes I wonder about killing oneself.
I’d rather use my off days for this:
processing emotional, confusing bullshit,
then waste what little reserves I have,
and let my “social life” take a hit.
Lazy days are the best days of all;
I get to watch aspects of me crumble and fall.
This may seem depressing and small,
but out comes little gems, like this here scrawl.
What are your lazy days like?
Cycling through all the memories I hold,
attempting to craft up a new ending,
I realize I have chapters left untold
to the stinging king–character: a fling.
Ooo, baby! Did you just hear that one ring?
Come on down off your bed-swaying high horse.
Hear my words, feel their essence, let it sting.
Of course, you digress to endorse your “source.”
And no remorse, for my truth you ignore,
or for my emotions you influence.
What does that make me? Lax foyer decor?
Unify like a stagnant confluence.
Once so innocent, you left me in ruins…
a thriving civilization no more.
Merciless and widespread executions,
right before you gently walk out the door
When do I accept something literally
instead of taking it figuratively?
And when will the delusion of you
fade back to the Blue?
Duality splits unity,
her with he, as he with her.
And after a period of scrutiny
I found that they always were.
Across the ether,
I discovered the teacher
through my birth.
Lessons taught come from synchronization.
Lessons learned arise from shatters.
The seed germinates through visualization,
to soon ascend with the masters.
I am a hot mess,
…the kind that’s still evolving.
The type of chaos in the cosmos
reality is involving.
and numbed to the core,
this salmagundi clarifies
then I seek ‘n explore.
while doubts disappear.
Who knew I’d be the one…
the truth that is the seer.
Totally tempting to touch.
Now, riddle me this:
Is it the quantity of friends that count?
Or the quality of friends that matter?
Lose two, gain one.
Look deeper than the superficial stratum.
What is being lost?
What is being gained?
Ahhh, there you go…
Now do you see?
It’s a lot easier to flow,
When you just let things be.
Last night you fantasized of Indigo Dreams.
In the randomness of the projected schemes
It might seem, a little extreme, a repetitive theme.
Look past that ignorant beam,
Keep acknowledging the gleam;
Your growing esteem,
Into unity supreme.
To be the lover of he who should not be talked of
for others may break the flower pot
and let all beauty fall upon the cold concrete and carry the need to be thrown away.
How it bubbles inside the wanted lover to boil up and over for others to see, for him to see,
but sometimes one must keep a resolution from themselves until concluded
so the happiness is higher than how it would have been if it was planned.
Sinking into her worse enemy
She let the impulse control her once free mind.
Her visible exit is a mistake,
but it’s the only one she can find.
Regrets arrive before the attempt is complete;
She plays it off like it was no defeat.
She thinks that running away
will save the day
but really, she just was beat.
Never again, will
I believe anything you say so easily
or hear you out for your explanation.
Real trust doesn’t need tears for a hug
Everything will have to be numbed down.
Underneath it all, who are you?
You are just a scared bastard.
Killing yourself slowly is not fine with me
Can’t handle that?
F*** you then.
Of all the places to be in the land
My arms is where I want to cradle you
Oh what I would give to just kiss your hand
Years of my life, I would give up a few
Sometimes I end my day with a deep coo
These sorrowful tears seem to everlast
Sunrise comes and I beam upon the dew
Here is the hint that our gap is so vast
Having you in sight; my heart, it beats fast
Your heart-stirring beauty is all I need
My love is stronger than any ship’s mast
So please hear me out on my closing plea:
Let us forever fly up and above
Into this impetuous thing called love