you live still
in the blurred polaroids of my mind—
your face dissolving into silver,
mine into someone i cannot quite find.
i loved you once
with the fervour of an unwritten psalm,
and though the wanting has gone quiet,
the love still lingers, warm.
perhaps i miss you;
perhaps i miss the girl who loved you—
the softer version of myself
that time, like winter, outgrew.
we both became strangers
to the people we once knew,
yet i keep your photographs
the way old libraries keep books
whose endings they already knew.
i do not wish to have you again,
nor become who i was before—
i only wish i could tell that girl
she was worth loving, even more.
so let the polaroids remain blurred;
some things are kinder without view—
for sometimes, loving what we lost
means learning to love
who we became too.
A gentle fog silently started to form,
Pervading her eyes with a quiet storm
And a hazy veil shrouded her deep,
Secrets her quiet heart learnt to keep,
The world outside turned soft and blurred,
Lost in sadness, she spoke no word.
Used to be sex scandals..Treason spys betrayal lies
Did some wear suits and sandals? But why
Digress? We see no less..indeed such retrograde
Examples..And regression; there is no
Suppression of avatistic, evil actions death
Is a (great industry) s r a..Rituals of a low-rachy..Genocide wars collide.' Who can make the biggest gain.? Laud that nation
Sedate its citizens again..desensitize dis-harmonize.' Deifiy and demonize.' Play the chords dim the lights.' Then Bathe in blood
Is that your delight.? It pays to kill, are the innocents better.? In your estimation.? I mean? Is it a higher pay
grade getter..? I hear
The grinding of many gears.' The rash apportion.' The play on fear..To kill the elders.' Was just a sop to the crowd whose morals you frayed..? Or shredded morelike; zouds.! And here we see the basest tricks.'
Exposed despised..Example Scandle ectremely 'Sic'
Blurred Realities Cryptic, Faded, Vague.
Questionable behaviors are they mere fantasies ?
No one is perfect, inhale, exhale.
I finally accepted I'm not anyone's favorite person.
People may routinely tell me what's best for me
And pretend they care when their actions don't
match their words.
Living someone else's reality became distorted
At the battlefield of this mental war.
Oftentimes fatiguing to consume these decisions to
over-ride this reflectiveness of My Blurred Realities.
Eyes closed in protest—
tears blurred the leaving moment
I dared not witness.
Surrounded by immortal elders at the at the door to heaven
I hear a voice of silence whispering in a solemnly tone.
That we have been blinded by the aesthetic fallacy
Planted hemlock leading to eternal mortal as a price
A warning from moses' will be witnessed before it's time to rise
I'm traumatic and terrified, I close my eyes
I see babbling persons in white beyond the blue skies
The weak are made strong and magnified
I see pride and vicious man crying
In a fountain of lava together with a morning star
For a millennium enduring pain without getting any scar
I open my eyes and hear a lucid voice
Eternal dearth is your choice
The hour to reconcile is now not later
The holy son is returning feckly now not later
I still think of that day,
rain pitter-pattered gently around us,
clouds were the color of gravel.
Your smile broke through shadows,
and our laughter mingled like gold.
Paint splattered against a canvas-
that's what we were.
Unpredictability. Chaos. Adoration.
Does any of it make sense?
Does it not make you want to crawl out of your skin and sink into the what if?
I am not evil,
I’m the apple that made Eve ill.
A whisper draped in crimson skin,
Temptation’s thrill that pulls you in.
Consume me, taste the sin
Bloom in light, yet drown in shades.
Im not evil nor divine,
Just a line blurred over time.
Today I’m thankful for having eyes
that left unaided cause my vision to be blurred…
No, this statement is not ridiculous, senseless or absurd
Because when things all blur together…
And I can’t always make out what’s there….
It’s easier within the blur
to see beauty everywhere.
Blurred edges
Edges seem blurred..
A short story
Seeming to direct
Attention to the
Appearance of
Edges which
Divide no more
Never did divide...
The urge to travel,
to spread your wings and fly away,
never rooted to one spot.
never spotted on a route.
signpost now defunct,
map a feeble pointer,
direction only by one’s nose.
Intuition in ascendence,
as day and night blur anaemic edges.
Fleet of foot dream chaser,
never-ending sequence,
is chaotically just that.
Event foreman cast,
in a starry-eyed plot,
script writer of their own unique journey,
stagecoach vagrant from,
a who-knows-where platform,
speed bump skipper on a blind course,
taking the "lie" of the land.
In every sense a false scents,
trailblazer has a life of their own,
but tragically a life that both owns,
and disowns them in "equal" measure.
Time-lapse photographer flagged,
by ephemera but doesn't notice,
loop by loop square off,
under amber moonlight passage.
faraway green seeker,
bereft of halting site,
with no stop off in between,
momentum the only resting place
Antifa stands for nothing
other than hatred and making trouble
America's vision once again scarred and blurred
Are they skinheads, neo-Nazis ~ or I am seeing double
Too many listen and give in to domestic terrorism/
Home’s a wreck and terror’s risen for our children/
Most don’t inspect many carry on missing radicalism in their own colosseum/
No call to see ‘em no wall we’ll greet ‘em /
I’ll sprawl and take any call to free them from whatever bad man/
From the tales we’re told as kids too tall for our short attention span/
To the guide rails blurred /
As they asked his to crawl when they need to get walking/
You see them down that’s the only way you’re kicking it with kin/
It’s true I’m on a path of a one pony savior gripping it and withering/
All new weathering whether winning or taking a slipping loss never falling/
Re-gripping your loft to grow a new crop for your own sods sawing
Eccentric is not her word
Passionate is often heard
When she’s feeling absurd
She relies on the preferred
Her hunger – stirred
Remembers
The storm, deferred
The brilliance of her love, incurred
A very old friend said once to me,
a lady that can now hardly see;
"It's great being blurred
because haven't you heard;
in the mirror, you're now wrinkle-free!"
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