Chronicles of the revolving door
By Dustin Branum
When exactly does life begin? When will this
tragedy come to an end? It's like over, and over,
and over again... When will I ever find peace,
my friend? And nobody knows how far I've
been; Nobody cares about the pain
I'm in. This knowledge that
burns deep within, with
a withering soul,
reality will
bend.
The
light
turns dark
with a grayish
blend, begging for
mercy, it's demons they
send. The light is illusion I
can no longer depend—There's no
Destiny for me to defend. Yearning for
happy, acceptance, and Zen, Instead of this
anger and evil times ten. No kids, no wife, no
next of kin; Lonely and broken, this chapter will end...
Exactly where the it began.
Revolving around evolving,
Solving complex projects,
As I project my best aspect,
Into a visual effect,
Directing my reality,
To reflect what I wish to see,
And it involves me trusting me.
A planet spins with an atmosphere,
Keeping its species here.
Seasons cycle every year,
Plants die, evolve, and reappear.
Revolving around a circular sphere,
A moon circles around up there,
As we breath its air in and out.
A cycle we forget about,
Atoms and electrons just hanging out.
As molecules begin to sprout,
A blueprint to lay out.
Carrying out its plans,
Revolving around demands,
Evolving as it expands.
gymnasts in...
oldt tv show daze-held
an awedee-enhanced...
andt...
todays skaters can spin...
hundreds of times a minute
while observing two reality norms...
body...
momentum seeks balance and...
balance be an automatic reaction hence
mind then observes from another space-time...
stans sand
revolving restaurant
recommended by many
i was not a fan
until I was
did not think I could take it
expected seasickness
loved it instead
Some barrel through the Front,
Others retreat to the Rear.
Those unsure, seek the Side.
Before you decide to knock,
Is your purpose to Help, Hinder,
or to Hide?
Summon your feel Inside,
Move them to a Better aside.
Let all emotions rule the Ride'
Finding points where you both reside,
letting all Afflictives, sweetly Subside.
In the chests,
in the drawers of antique furniture,
treasures are always discovered,
sentimental treasures...
Ancient smiles and clothes
unfashionable in photos
of our grandparents...
Children smiles
of our parents...
homesickness or nostalgia
of never lived by us... !
EARTH
Evolving
And
Revolving
Through a
Heliocentric path
29th May 2021
A yellow glow
Is packing ready to go
Leaving the work space
Building its case
Finished the committed job
Gloomy clouds never had a chance to rob
Warming the world
As the globe twirls
Travelling to another destination
Ready to glare a post card presentation
Filled with enthusiasm not able to be patient
Seconds click away
Minutes collect them then say
“Fourteen Forty makes one day”
Still high in the sky
Lighting a path where one should try
To comprehend
Life’s concept called ‘when’
Soon everything will be dark
Night time checking in putting itself in park
Just like the sun
Slowly the lunar landscape will move until duties are done
Fulfilling the sleeping hours
Until daylight returns to blazing power
Morning comes alive
Bringing new hope as a rallying cry
Top of the morning all
With a wakeup call
A welcome smile
Greeting the rank and file
Going to defend
What societal contributions they need to pen
While a retiring moon hears the hen
Finishing the time card and pushing send
my world
has been
turned up
side down
no
no tragedy
befalls me
i'm just at
the park
on the monkey
bars hanging
by my legs
monkeying
around
trying to
decide
if i should
climb to
higher
ground
to see
if i can
see past
there
where
the sun
sinks in
the evening
and even
further
for if
i can
use my
useful
opposable
thumb and
finger to
open
the latch
of your
window
to see
that your
sunrisa
really is
the
sun
set
REVOLVING DOOR-
In one's mind awaken
instilled now asleep
micro-electric waves passes
generating thought processes
instilled now asleep
sparks of subconscious sights
generating thought processes
visual bites
sparks of subconscious sights
micro-electric waves passes
visual bites
In one's mind awaken ...
10/28/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Fake smiles, hard feelings,
anger erupts, starts fighting,
same scenes, revolving.
Life's rollercoaster
Sometimes cruel sometimes kind
Centrifugal force
Revolving door our existence, leading from life to death and back to life-no interruptions!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
22 November 2016
Is tomorrow the same as yesterday,
Is yesterday going to be the same as tomorrow?
If you question the days as numbers on a revolving Calendar,
Will you be able to let your heart sing?
I would never tell you to live for the day,
But what good will it do to count the days until something meaningful happens?
Will you feel the same as yesterday?
Will tomorrow be a better day?
Those questions are for someone who counts the days,
I for one won't count the days but I will look at other ways,
I will look as the sun goes down and the colors in the sky change,
I will watch the leaves fall to the ground and decompose into the ground,
I will watch the people smile and talk and go on their way,
And by chance if something comes my way,
I will smile and fall with it to smile all day.
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