Red,
Stop now,
Yellow,
A cautionary tale,
Green,
Go write you fool,
It is an inextricable part of you,
And that’s okay,
Its better than ok,
It is what you are meant to be,
Red,
Stop lounging in desolation,
For your superfluous gifts,
Are calling out,
Engage.
SDM
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Showing posts with label red. Show all posts
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Its Own Lolita
My mind;
Its own Lolita,
Tempting,
But I must resist.
The sky,
A crimson glow,
Red and yellow hue,
Lighting up my soul,
A lantern to guide my way.
Standing emotionally nude,
Before you all,
As I struggle to find,
Peace of mind.
My mind;
Its own Lolita,
And these words,
My candy.
SDM
Its own Lolita,
Tempting,
But I must resist.
The sky,
A crimson glow,
Red and yellow hue,
Lighting up my soul,
A lantern to guide my way.
Standing emotionally nude,
Before you all,
As I struggle to find,
Peace of mind.
My mind;
Its own Lolita,
And these words,
My candy.
SDM
Monday, April 5, 2010
My Resolve for SJM
A swollen brook flows,
As I tolerate my own indifference,
To the depression that wrenches my soul,
My despise giving way to love,
And surrender.
As I oil my mind,
Lubricating the invention,
More correctly the rebirth,
Of my own ascension,
I will be…
To feel as if a handsaw,
Had hacked my insides,
Leaving no bruises,
But the scars so very real,
That none can see,
I push on.
As I forage my own intentions,
I discover the resilience of alfalfa,
Its tender shoots,
The fibers that allow me,
To grow,
Spiritually.
With seething anger,
My face turns red,
As I consider the past,
But I know,
That my future will be my resolve.
SDM
As I tolerate my own indifference,
To the depression that wrenches my soul,
My despise giving way to love,
And surrender.
As I oil my mind,
Lubricating the invention,
More correctly the rebirth,
Of my own ascension,
I will be…
To feel as if a handsaw,
Had hacked my insides,
Leaving no bruises,
But the scars so very real,
That none can see,
I push on.
As I forage my own intentions,
I discover the resilience of alfalfa,
Its tender shoots,
The fibers that allow me,
To grow,
Spiritually.
With seething anger,
My face turns red,
As I consider the past,
But I know,
That my future will be my resolve.
SDM
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