My perfect soul.

She the perfect match;

Im not heightening a white flag.

To blow in the breeze of our past, waring love.

invisible bombs dropping in our heads as thoughts,

Tankful actions to betray me…

May the land minds of our words,

Self destruct, may the tank lose course,

May the spiralling bombs around us, to cease.

The end of our war, belongs to future loves.

May they be more understanding, less prideful.

May the war cease, the flag to hover whilst blue jay’s pass nearby;

May the sun set whilst you’re smiling in-front of him.

May your smile stay bold and flawless,

You deserve to be content, i do know.

I love you…

To lose your massive pride,

Would mean to me, that I’m worth it too, am i?

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Hovering Away from the Scene of a crime.

Ego soar’s incredibly, happiness circles the body, and i feel the warmth exiting… The shell becomes punctured to the other side… My old self dies off – my soul releases – i’m reborn – a cloudy-spirit ascends, i begin gravitating, over my body. I look in every direction, notice every detail. I look upon my old self – my body appears projecting a painting of everything i went through And the end is freedom, from the past destructiveness. It feels surreal, overwhelming my spirt, I begin to “hover” away from the scene of the crime….

Walking Down a Lonesome Path.

Walking down a road, within an isolated community; i know it’s for the best. My boots feel heavy, the heaviness weighs me down, I can feel the water splashing from within, i feel blister’s on my feet… The breeze feels cold within my hair, my hair casts to the sides, as her’s would have, memories pop within the mind. And seemingly my boots feel heavier, more full. I notice leaf’s of the trees, they’re ending in their time’s – feeling hopeless. I tell myself it’s for the best. Flower’s are dying, the clouds look full, and needing release – My eyes feel heavy, my soul beat, my face flushed – i don’t cry, i don’t hope anymore, i continue down my path – My energy depleted. I see a car buzz by me in a mocking manner. A white owl, is within the tree taking notice of my struggles. I stop, look towards the bird. another owl goes towards, and sits beside. I figure it’s a female. I pay attention to the colour’s – The feather’s look warm, full. i begin go onwards down my path. I notice the heat coming from towards the home’s and lighting my path, I begin to stumble, my backpack begins to feel more full… more tight around my shoulder’s – i envision her hugging me, like she had… The difference between than and now, is she was intoxicated – i was her drinking buddy, her supplier, rather than a true interest. I understand victory, i understand defeat more so. The houses begin to look, more solid, more beautifully designed in appearance – i figure it’s the sighting of a better community – A better future.

Soaring as a narcissistic Eagle.

I soar like an Eagle, gliding right; dabbling in lefts. My mind fixates upon an immense goal and my bleeding, large feet grasp the barrier; first scrapping off the dead corpses of the lesser – quickly eating the others , in a vigorous manner – this massive barrier, has multiple chapters, and worded paper – to me, this is the greatest of the my nutritious meal – money, knowledge and i symbolize freedom. Each barrier is taken upwards, taken for myself, those around, gasp in disbelief, ponder perfection, yet i keep flying upwards, increasing in speed, until i find my nest…

Lifting the Clouds with a God

Euphoric mind, pondering what had happened today… all the good, the little bad… I’m hopeful and content with the world… as i sip my beers my happiness increases to a great level.. the world feels perfect.. feels as if everything’s going to be great, or at the least alright.. feels as if my worries are over… my past is the past… and i’m headed for the heavens, hanging out with God, pouring excellent liquor and snorting some premium drugs… our bodies lifting the clouds… lifting the clouds to to near space… we see a saucer going by, waving at the aliens… hello…

The Angel

Feeling are fluttering within my body. an aura surrounds my it, to my finger-tips, down to my legs. positivity and joy are common feelings now, they almost feel out-of-place, different. such feelings give me anxiety at times, because it’s new… My angel had descended years back, and our encounters are phenomenal. We shine with pleasure… The sun is within the sky and she’s pleased. She’s forever content and at peace with society and nature. Although she’s encountered ridicule and much sadness. she’s strong and intimidates those around her, because she knows her strength.. her beauty and herself. Which i admire about her gentle soul. Humbled.

My Momma’s roots.

the roots underneath the tree, help the tree develop, get nourishment, stay strong in the hard winter months. The chilly months would have stricken the trees potential, but the strong roots keep it stabilized, humbled. This root system, is along with the others, helping the forest, the whole of society. each root has a vital role. To help the tree survive and grow strong enough….. she’s the roots within my life, the backbone, the ever expanding strength that the tree needs to maintain it’s growth. She, needs the tree for her retirement… but the roots cannot see to the heavens alike the tree.

Lifeless Organ

My heart has broken apart, forever floating within the seas of my tears. It was once captured… Not now… it becomes free and the power is dispersing. It continues lifeless. and forgotten… It forever holds what love was. and what it could have been. encased in a bullet proof jar… the jar is filled with barbed wire… Lifeless like a plant without shine, or a rodent that has been killed… it floats forever within the jar, searching for anew relationship, love, friendship… I’m alone, and dying inside… But this isn’t new, this isn’t strange… it’s my life. The life she once gave, is a dream.

Earth.

Over the large wooden bridge, there’s a green land mass. Around the mass, there’s plenty of water that runs through, there’s plenty of gorgeous wildlife, They’re all healthy and happy, they look as-if they have smiles, they’re mingling and eating the grass, the grass is always trimmed, and at this time of day there’s a rainbow and beneath that ‘bow, there’s water that spirals around a rock statue. it hits each rock with a thump, and continues downwards, thump, thump. The clouds are fluffy and a beautiful white, a friendly, everything will be great presence… as i watch the sky, i feel as if i’m energized and at one-with-the-Earth. As i’m walking down the bridge with my forest-ware – so the animals are at ease.  A toxic fox comes forward, then deer… they fiercely attack other, once happy animals. munching on their corpses and now, disfigured bodies, I begin to run away, the land, is within the distance… i feel overly exhausted… i stop to catch my breathe, then look back at what had happened… There’s newly born fire, destroying the once beautiful forest… The animals are on fire… the rock statue has fallen and the rocks have broken…. The ground collapses before my feet… I quickly fall towards….