Knowledge of the future
memories of the past
Caught within a final vacuum
dissipating fast
Wanton disbelieving
eyes are liars still
Perception changed then rearranged
sensation thrice distilled
The philosophy of physics
logicians burn and melt
Time but smirks as gravity flirts
judgment prior dealt
Memories of the future
knowledge of the past
Once you slow the ebb and flow
— the moment is recast
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
I untied the straps of my mysteries,
I undid the braids of my misfortunes,
I started playing my forgotten song...
I tied and knotted the bag of sorrows,
I revived the memories of the adventures,
I found the keys to my portals,
I ignited my holy lights...
i burned in a strong fire
my anxieties,
I gathered my faces from the mirrors,
I stripped myself of all worst omens,
and ran to live a novel life!
Everyone has their own ways of dealing with trauma,
number one way that's natural to all humans is taking the time to reinvent yourself.
Make changes to the point that you are no longer thyself but stronger,
only the extremely scarred and the abused feel as if they don't feel comfortable in their own skin
As I go through these changes I wonder what you saw. Was it my broken interior?
My vulnerability? Oh, how I'd love to see myself through your eyes.
No longer does your opinion of me matter, for as long as He loves me I shall prosper and succeed.
Blood shall always be thicker than water, for at the end of the day only I matter. Only He can judge me, for I am as human as He once was.
A paregoric solution might be the ticket.
To making me feel more spry like a cricket.
If I could find the wonderful opium I need
I could start over like a phoenix with baby bird seed.
Today I am 13 degrees away from being me
Just one more step in the freedom procedure
The alchemy of personality merged with seeds
Machinery with copper parts on top
I am the walrus! No.....That's not right
That would be John or Paul or Ringo
So long as I have mechanical parts to wear
Some hair, a sombrero and my Zorro mask
I will never be myself completely puzzled
Dark glasses cover many sins of pretense
Lets start again at the beginning this time
At the beginning of time when I was little
Fraught
Frantic
Feeling fuels
Speeding up time
Filling furrows of a flailing fellow soul
Resolute resplendent raging bells toll
Relishing time
Rekindles
Revives
Hope
Live
Today
Reinvent
Time traveling
Telling twisted tales is fun to behold
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