She laughs, she cries, then she sighs
brimming with confidence,
the pain within she denies
Her heart thumps then skips a beat,
as she reads poetry, a taste of bittersweet
In quiets empty moments, a hole
remains deeply in the soul,
an abyss, an unmeasured chasm
It’s the space p~o~e~t~r~y fills
Her personal dead poet society
stirring her deepest passions
awakens her dormant desire
her quest not for fame or fortune
but for the elusive treasure of inner piece
Her confidence misconstrues itself for vanity perhaps
sureness
positiveness
conviction
certitude
reliability
assuredness
assurance
validity
conclusiveness
authoritativeness
truth
factualness
self-possession
nerve
poise
aplomb
presence of mind
phlegm
level-headedness
cool-headedness
firmness
courage
boldness
mettle
fortitude
belief in oneself
faith in oneself ...
…
…
...are all just more vanities?
free-spirited or lost soul?
do both make one another?
the vanity of human wishes?
work in progress…
Blue moon paints herself confidently
With power and magic as you can see
She feels invincible, and puts it on paper
Then paints it up, as if it is a self-actualization caper
We see what she is doing, and we smile at her
Her paintings are incredible, but of course, quite pure.
Blue moon is putting herself in poems and stories too
We love her attitude, her assuredness and the fact she is blue.
U Move forward
in time
walking forcefully
sometimes
running frantically
with a youthful spirit
persuasively passing
sometimes pausing in prayer
or reflection
sitting still amidst
a swirling mind
bathing yourself in thoughts
you think meaningful
you sit in quiet meditation
you run with the passion
of youthful exuberance
and assuredness
fastidious in your arguments
cautious in your caring
moving always forward
in this timeless shapeless place
that only now
is here
and only now
is clear
open your eyes one time
breathe the air
that is now
feel the force that lies between
the wing and that upon which
all wings glide
beyond all ego
removed from pride
and still U move
until U move no more
the world within a grain of sand
and U upon the shore
Okay, I'm at it again, hope you're ready my friends
A mushy love poem from this old dude
He ain't dead yet, still got some oats to still spread
Block your eyes if you don't like rude
Well, I'll try my best but there are no guarantees
At my advanced age, I've lost all control
The best I can say with any assuredness is this
I'll try as I sit here in my old camisole
Now that may sound like I've gone over the edge
I'm teetering but I'm still hanging on
At times though, it does enter this old mind
But till now I can still greet the dawn
Wish me luck in my future endeavors won't you
Need all the help you guys can provide
If I can't get enough, I'll drift off into the sunset
But be aware, I had a fantastic ride!
Not a longevity but high dreams made her assuredness
Devotion in books, mould her in prosperity
Expectation form herself, longing to touch the sky
all the talks from society like ‘will she get successed in it’
for her, Presuming it flapdoodle just like mullock
She deeemed well from journalism, aspiration insisting her
“Forget about yesterday, Go ahead and
endowed your aim having penchant”
A new start up learning and flourishing, ran her up
Abnegation Broken her into spillikins, above all the sides give in,
Never bend towards distress,passed all the level
Instated her dreams in reality, Become the spur for lifetime
As a child, life was much black and white.
Distinct lines of assuredness.
As the age has passed, the lines have been cracking.
Too many holes in the walls.
What was right, now has many exceptions.
What was wrong, now seems to have many supporters.
It truly has become a mass of grey.
Are we living through chaos? The storm before the calm?
Are we in the midst of humanity's decline or reckoning?
Is a new species to take the worlds center stage?
Is it just the birth of a new human paradigm for the ages to come?
Too extreme? Perhaps.
But the constant accounts of a world in pain, leave one to pause for a moment of reflection.
Standing in the crossroads.
I hear the engine yearning for progress.
Holding back every emotion I created.
If I could just see a sign!
One that would light my path to tomorrow.
The high beams of thoughts confusing my directions,
Yet I stay in one place.
Where is my sign of peace and assuredness?
I am ready but not willing.
Calm but anxious to the highest degree.
Standing in the crossroads.
Standing beside myself.
Seeking a new understanding of the same outcome.
Holding back every emotion I created.
If I could just see a sign!
To know it is to love it.
To experience it is to gain completion.
Yet I stand in one place.
Starring at the road not taken.
speed of sound wave's vibrate souls
deep expression words unknown
true language of thought exude feelings
force of forces , assuredness with meaning
syllable symphony , colorful metronome
simple cadences which lead you home
phonic forces from sonic sources
light speed , god speed , force of forces
awakened sight , speed of light
quelling ignorances blackened night
release of dampering grips dark might
illuminate , subjugate , unholy fright
allow god's light to open doors
which fill empty spaces previously ignored
light speed , god speed , force of forces
phonic forces , from sonic sources.....
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