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Tomorrows

There is speak of tomorrows,
of no regrets,
of peace, promise, perseverance
pilgrimage and purity
of the great unknown and known

does one
hold out hope for these tomorrows?
I think or I think not

I breath
I am here 

today

pinned to your bed of nails
with my thorny crown
piercing a skull of wisdom
or lack there of

my body bleeds, 
a blood of misery
missteps and mistakes

I clutch, 
to no excuses 
nor fear 
from these failings
still
I am further away from the righteous path
than one would ever dream

and man do i dream

of princesses and unicorns
dancing with daisies 
a breeze in the clear blue sky
before being buried
and left to die

see I see tomorrow
but will tommorow ever see me?

so therefore I say
send me your dragon
your demons, your undue destiny
for me to slay

grant to me these cravings
that chew on the skin of life

I, a man 
imperfect, scarred
but not scared
of tomorrow left alone
without the challenge of today

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Jan Allison September 25, 2020 at 4:13 PM thought provoking piece TS:-) hugs Jan xx

Lady Labyrinth September 25, 2020 at 4:09 PM I never believed in Unicorns. But I always believed in a good and beautiful tomorrow. Apparently one has to live in the present, to make the most of tomorrow.x Lady Labyrinth September 25, 2020 at 4:10 PM “Things are as they are. Looking out into the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.”

Lady Labyrinth September 25, 2020 at 4:05 PM “We are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infinitesimal hairline between an all-powerfully causative past and an absorbingly important future. We have no present. Our consciousness is almost completely preoccupied with memory and expectation. We do not realize that there never was, is, nor will be any other experience than present experience. We are therefore out of touch with reality... Lady Labyrinth September 25, 2020 at 4:06 PM We confuse the world as talked about, described, and measured with the world which actually is. We are sick with a fascination for the useful tools of names and numbers, of symbols, signs, conceptions and ideas.” Lady Labyrinth September 25, 2020 at 4:06 PM “Tomorrow and plans for tomorrow can have no significance at all unless you are in full contact with the reality of the present, since it is in the present and only in the present that you live. There is no other reality than present reality, so that, even if one were to live for endless ages, to live for the future would be to miss the point everlastingly.”