any projection weird
can be refracted seared
humans looking for canvas
on which to shine stories
my glory
stories fly
light and gory
sorry might
age sparry
__________________
The white light across this man made lake gives me something to watch.
As the people i thought liked me enough to be around me have the time of their lives without.
The loneliness brings me more comfort than being around a batch of judging eyes that their smiles don’t reach.
Their botched happiness is obvious to me.
As I’m about to graduate they all decide to scratch me to comfort themselves.
But I’m the one out of all of them who will truly end up happy with myself.
Painting a picture,
Without any scripture,
Soon to be a permanent fixture.
A mixture of all types of things,
I'm excited to see what it brings.
Feel the colors sing,
Timelines condensing,
Closing,
Superimposing,
Shadows showing,
Dimensions are growing,
Bestowing stroke after stroke.
Adding in a little joke,
You're never broke,
Take a little toke,
Poke the bear,
Stay aware,
Prepare for a new medium.
As life hands you them,
Premium products of perfection,
Placing them for your selection,
As you choose each direction,
Painting a reflection of life's projection.
Did you think if we were a projection
Transmitted via our displays
We were real while our perception
Carried us through the years and days
On the screen of a thousand faces
We did manage to see us, but then
Little did we know, that such cases
Can occur without any plan
We weren’t looking for someone, we were
Filling the gaps, posting stuff
Putting comments on pictures we shared
We’ve been courteous more than enough
Till the day of the strangest conjecture
That perhaps simultaneously came
Into our heads: this projection
Is well known, and it has its own name
You said I love you with such grace
I dashed out with I love you too
Now there’s no time and no space
Gone is the projection we knew
Every night to your spirit I’m calling
If you hear my calls, you won't say
Be assured, my love, I'll be falling
Into your arms one fine day.
I feel you pulling away, a slow retreat,
Each fleeting moment, my heart feels the heat,
With every hesitation, every word left unsaid,
The fire of my hope flickers, dims, and dreads.
I see your eyes, I know that gaze,
A glimpse of apprehension in a delicate maze,
We've both worn this look, a familiar disguise,
Caught in the silence, where certainty dies.
Equivocation creates a wide, aching space,
A distance we struggle to map or embrace,
The bridges we long for crumble and sway,
While hope tries to reach but gets lost on the way.
Distant and yearning, she calls from afar,
Yet falls into darkness, like a wish on a star,
Perhaps you feel it; this mirror we share,
Are we both just reflecting the weight of despair?
In the chasm between us, where echoes abide,
Do we reach for each other, or silently bide?
For every step backward, I yearn to reclaim,
The warmth of connection, the spark of the flame.
There will be catastrophic damages to our
great nation, if we elect the Project 2025
conservative administration..
They plan to holt all carbon emission goals and
return to drilling oil and gas and coals..
Begin the largest mass deportation.
Eliminate the Department of Education.
Adopt the biblical definition for marriage: a man,
and a woman and a baby carriage..
Those Justices who Roe vs Wade did kill, now
plan to ban the abortion pill.
Aiming at the "awoke agenda", to end equality
and inclusion, the message they render..
Planning to criminalize p.o.r.n., which has been
around way before most of us were born..
Repay there big donors that had their backs by
heavily reducing their corporate tax..
Ending the three branches of gov., a long standing
tradition, by placing the Department of Justice
under the Executive position.
All government employees will have no job protections,
the end of our Republic, a very sad projection..
Life - I can’t find
No life - still alive
Hope - faith gone
Death - life is on
I believe in... - it’s coming
Feel me and leave me
Understand me - no!
My life is your death - on
Fantasy - it does not exist
Hope is not a life - Fantasy is faith
Believe in your dream, in yours
Fantasy - not going to be yours
Live my life - get what is yours
I imagine you, left yours my life on
Feel the feeling of my fantasy
Faith of vision is life - get it on
Faith is not enough
Keep the fantasy on
To be a projection
Life is passing
You are on
Faith
Fantasy
Feeling
Emotion
Projection
Light is on
Better live your life in gay
Than wasting your breath spitting in the wind everyday
Like a goat bleating
Without knowing what it's hitting
Better clean your own face
And run your own race
Before barking your own lession
On others imperfection
Free yourself from noise
Better mind your own business
To help project poise.
Harpies shrieked and lost souls wailed
The cold wind stung as embers sailed
A fetid stench, eyes red with dust
When I looked through to Tartarus.
Black column’s rose in demon form
terror enthralling those forlorn
Compelled I shuddered as I must
When I looked through to Tartarus.
Ten-fold my dread, to see your face
Among the shades in this cursed place
I cried your name, you didn’t hear
Glass-eyed and stricken with despair
Bleak bedlam dweller all hope hushed
When I looked through to Tartarus
As I wept, nigh tolled a bell
The Angel Keeper Uriel
Bellowed low “it must be thus”
When I looked through to Tartarus.
“If the doors of perception were cleansed,
everything would appear as it is - infinite” — William Blake
PROJECTION
They don’t come back
those ghosts
except of the past
rewatch the host
of recollections
forgotten with time
as if a new day exists
for the loved one you miss
11/8/2021
In the form of awakened consciousness
you feel your soul rise out of your body
Draining you, as you become numb
No time ticks the dimension you come from
Everything is black, its hard to breathe
No one can hear me when I scream
It takes all my energy, so I don't leave
There's no reflection coming off of me
Its the worse feeling I have ever felt
any fear you ever held, surrounds here
And when morning comes
will I tell myself, its just a dream?
Knowing as the where I've
been and what I've seen
Bongo taut resonance
Cornerless bellydance
Schedule of edges set adrift
Lured by translucent twirled wrists
Shimmer and shadow juxtaposition
Ripple wavered rhythm without repetition
Syrup never cool, pool dissolves all granules
Sip of boiled candy stories make tongues tangle
Sequel came spilled ink
Jellyfish stroke olympic
Pink stripe whimsy lifts his spirit
Saccharine capsule snaps weak inhibit
Swallowed by opaque pond, - agile diver
Gulps willing her glitter silver victimising saliva
Clamped cognition, gluey strawberry chew seduce
Bobbed acidic body embalmed calm in numbing fluid
22nd June
Projection of fear
Beyond the break of clouds in the sky,
I am looking down in my flight
Watching everything you do, from a distance
A place where you can never reach me
A place I have found to be free
And in this place, I ask for many things
As I know, even miracles do happen
But, the biggest miracle is up to YOU
Something that has never happened
However, this life now, is only one life
Time we are granted, with choices to make
I will not plead with you, but I have my ways
My faith that carries me through the days
It was not you that set my soul free
It was every step I took for years, it was ME
So, you know what to do with burdens you carry
Time will tell and the skies are now clear
Meanwhile, I will never be grounded…
- In your projection of fear -
Heidi Sands
1/11/19
My beloved Goddess, watch over me
while my soul takes its evening journey.
Travelling the Astral plane,where time doesn't exist.
I'll provide inspiration to those I enlist.
May no harm come to anyone I meet.
May I never be a victim of deceit.
Protect me with your golden light
while I'm vulnerable in the night.
Watch over my soul as I fly
across a pink & purple sky.
I will bring hope to those who have none.
Return me to my body before the rising sun.
May no darkness inhabit my shell.
May only the forces of light within me dwell.
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