Pop Culture
Have I ever mentioned the way it is in life sometimes; my own meager thoughts!?
This Pop Culture, that has always lain at the forefront of transitories transcendence
An everflowing river which stands present within this moment that it breathes....
“And I sware I don't have a gun.” Echoing these words from a life whom once lived ~
Upon the wings of a reflectives breeze; blowing through the leaves and whispering
Their words unto me??? Nirvana; as I lift the blinds to look across the distant skies
Down below through the window in this, harmonies highrise; “Memory.”
Watching life as I stroll through time going by; pages from a book so turning
Like currents in flowing waters redirected by these boulders and the fallon trees....
Wherein they arrive at never changing yet always changing but, still the same?!
Transmutents deep blue spheres with its shooting stars; “Come as you were, come as you are.”
Aneath these layaway lashes gazing beyound and into realities renditions ~
A voice speaking unto the fortuned whom find the daylight amid the dusk....
Fortitudes birth which caresses their Spirits as a bride unto a groom; to hold such dreams
Within all things; lifes lovely streams; transcending transitory paths of ever windings!?
Finding these tears of understanding falling from ones eyes as they peer past, this night
In gratitude aside visions which find hope that like treasure is poured upon their hearts ~
One thousand years of existence; yet only an hour from its twilight unto its dawn....
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....“`And I Sware, That I Don't Have A Gun?` * Pop Culture!”
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