Fire and warm
race about the same time
Felling and fleetingly
Sober but maybe not forget
Same as last year about this Time
While we hate the furniture
Or the smells after a certain amount of time
I will not tell
How good this day was
Till then
My friend
I miss you
And I love you
faces that compare
your every move
to what should be done
and the crossing of a border
on the time when it is risky
when you get up and move
because you know you have to
the cause of your last day here
makes the goodbye that much more
and the cold will fade
even if the memories won’t
and a common mistake
is not even taking one thing
with you when you leave
being so distant from the way you once were
and making your next year
the very best one ever
eventually means you need to keep
your head up
because no one lives forever
so this was meant to be
done with even trying to think normally
everyone does it different and
letting go of average expectations can only help
each day its own animal
those every person blues are a
equalizing experience that
stops you for just a second from working through
entire hours wasted staring at a screenn
right when action can halt the fire from starting
if a single simple plan can be enacted
only for those dedications which the lonely hope for
under the radar of compliant normalcy
sustained by the passions of a thousand other dreams
needlessly wanting and worrying like
each drop of rain is the next end of the world
stay and lets dance all night,
stars and moon should be our mood lighting
—
to make the chill
of a few words go away
takes only the most helpful
of people remembered
and I know when I was young
it was easier to let the
bad things flow like
water off your back
it was never a place or
time that could do it, but it
may have been a memory of a
person. there is a person bent on
a bench, slowly looking around
as if imitating moving in slow
motion. the day was moving from
grey to sunny and back again,
and the motivation for a reason
to do anything except sit had long
since passed. it was a day when
the atmosphere was not any
particular way, but waves of
different temperatures and moods
curl around like tides in a pool.
and the hair and clothes and dirt show
that this man had spent the last few
nights outside, on that bench.
and shaking from the cold, a jacket is
being clamped around by the
hands that are freezing. eating snow.
how could I not recognize myself?
——
finding out how you feel is like
every day a brand new life,
empty like a room we do not
live in any longer,
if you cannot control your mind
nothing will be a well thought-out process,
gifts of time become
little chocolates you get after every meal,
inside i conjure up
my own tiny version of emily dickenson
invigorated by dark letters written in
the deepest shadow of night and
animals in the forest have more in common with me
than any one i went to school with,
it is not so hard to be respectful,
only you know all of existence is there, when you
need to manifest your dreams you just have to
see how to live like you know that, and live pure
—
if you seek out the story
you find out
the path is not the same for everyone or anyone
you can wake up to the fact
that the desired goal is the end
of the meaning we seek in life
the desired destination is not the
place where the river begins but where it ends
like standing on a whale fishing for minnows
we are too often obsessed with the
meaning of the story without seeing through the metaphor
not everyone has the fixed star above the horizon
asked for you to see me a thousand times
you walked into fire inside the sky 900 times
and you said maybe 99 times
but the one time you nodded yes
is good enough for me
——
Morning comes and it brought
Hail Marys and bloody Marys
Light so bright and
Tastes to confounded senses
Dazed and amazed
By good fortune that exists
In a life that found me
Drinking coffee and sitting on the ground
The beauty of it all
Is a surprise sometimes
But never forget
The first time in a while
When you’re happy with your life
And the new year
Coming is a
Rising sun for the
Plans that have begun
But for this moment
I am right here right now
And proud
art touches that part of us
that exists above the
struggle for survival
and beyond all human reasoning;
there are ways to
become an unknown
revolution soul inside
this chosen devotional,
but do not guess about
who I am when you hear
that or seek privacy
making yourself aware,
don’t be so easily annoyed,
do make a suggestion,
but yes I am still
dangerous and walking,
tonight the stars
cry down on me…
—
making a portrait
of this exact moment
its a cold night outside and I am
no longer going to stay in
it will be a long and unforgiving walk
before I feel like we will be
able to talk and I want to meet up
but you have such a short time with me before
I have to go and catch the
edge of the storm head on, because you see
how dark the sky is getting and I return
to my warm only once I have crushed the
opposition and mentioned the word that can
keep the hope alive, it is only a few hundred
minutes we have left until the final hug and
the last kiss but I will put every bit of
effort into the chance to be here again
yet I made up my mind and have given myself
no choice but to go silently into the
evening in order to prepare for
the hurtful action and brutal dedication
that comes along
in a battle like this…
————-
Inspiration!
1. Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good.
2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating
4. passion!
5. happy is a choice
6.try living some time, you’ll love it.
7.exuberance!
8.LOVE!
9.HOPE!
 | Patrick Beasley Cons… on date and time |
 | Faded Ecstasy on breaking |
 | LooKOn Gaming on no meditation |
 | Devlin Demontigny on city blood |
 | Lucy on Presenting present |
| Patrick Beasley Cons… on date and time |
| Faded Ecstasy on breaking |
| LooKOn Gaming on no meditation |
| Devlin Demontigny on city blood |
| Lucy on Presenting present |
