Confounding

Confused gyrations expect control over me I seek the power to stop, but I cannot.

Controlling dominance coursing through, leaving a burnt husk, ravaged landscapes of the soul.

Congested surveillance of selfishness. Anxious abuse leading me astray.

Worried conversations with people who don’t want, who don’t have anything to lose, to win?

Risking the power of a dream. Seeking the season for hope. Finding solitude.

Update

Last Thursday, I got very ill. I was finally getting better on Monday. Then Tuesday, fires erupting around me. I was evacuated from my home and was only able to come home yesterday.

I was lucky that my house was safe. Many others were not.

I’ll post some writing later today, but I just wanted to explain my absence.

Damaged

Broken strands attract carrion eaters these predators of personal anguish seeking shadenfreude or abuse, easy pickings.

Every day you fight against the people, trusted scavengers of hope, a need that this one is different until hope is gone and you, a shattered carapace of humanity, stop seeking change and accept the acceptance of the downtrodden soul.

Some find the answer. The answer in others, in themselves. Sometimes the answer is gone; maybe never there.

But for those who continue against the odds of tomorrow against the random number generator of lives against the fortunes of outrage existence of the unknown, the acceptance of the Damaged.

Wander

I wander the fields of thought of morning mists and milkweed of a thousand smiles and tears. of longing, and wanting, and lusting, and losing.

I wander the meadows of the mind caressing shards of truth and hope of rays of sunshine of anxiety-Induced outliers of dinged darkness shrouded by light.

I wander the forest of the soul cursing the infertilities of reflection of crushed mint underfoot of cascading hope and coursing acceptance of too many years lost.

I wander. Sometimes alone. Sometimes not. I wander

Irrationality

Rational irrationalities circumvent the scope and context of life awaiting confrontation of equality gasping for breath at each laugh weighing the thoughts that skew

Wondering the itrational beginnings time immemorial, immaterial longings to become one with nothing nirvana or apathy?

Confusion reigns and rains upon the streets of feast and famine lives won against the sea of anxiety lives we fight for unknowingly yet the irrationality of this all is the only rational thing

Disillusion

Illuminated alterations guide from androgynous circumstances one knows not the pathways of light curl and funnel around the chimneys of the minds eye

Awaiting each of us is Disillusion the modern mockery of the anxious Disillusion stalks the recesses of the self Disillusion hides amongst the weeds of hope

To confront Disillusion is to lose But the bitter triumph? Reflection

Conceptualize

Conceptualize the space between moments those imperfections that last a millennia those desires gone in a flash conceptualize the pursuit of a thing the scent of scintillation, the taste of silver those infectious delights conceptualize the thoughts that bring disgust, that bring love or lust, those boundaries the shift and merge those ideas that blend into finite things conceptualize the idea that although things may not be but , Oh, if they were