A gentle road
Through the backcountry
Of unexplored territory
Brings me tranquility
And inexpressible pleasure
Through the backcountry
Of unexplored territory
Brings me tranquility
And inexpressible pleasure
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Channel ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #59
Sometimes
The circumstances of existence
Confine my course
Constrict my flow
I become turbulent
Tear at the channel
Jump its banks
Flood, destructively
Without direction
The circumstances of existence
Confine my course
Constrict my flow
I become turbulent
Tear at the channel
Jump its banks
Flood, destructively
Without direction
Honey on Burnt Toast
Sometimes
Reciting aphorisms and positivity
In bad times
Is like spreading honey
On burnt toast
It’s sweeter
But the toast is still burnt
And it tastes like shite
Reciting aphorisms and positivity
In bad times
Is like spreading honey
On burnt toast
It’s sweeter
But the toast is still burnt
And it tastes like shite
Blood
Blood courses through me
Red life
Red life
More than grey matter
More than thoughts
More than being
More than all the love
I have ever given
In the final moments
I stop
When blood stops
I am
Blood
Making America Hate (Again)
This broken web
This strife
This hurtful anger
Which raises some
By lowering many
This strife
This hurtful anger
Which raises some
By lowering many
This fear
This anguish
This mounting dread
That things will never be
As things never were
Except in the cheap dream
Sold to those
Who want more
Than they’ve
Ever
Given
Sudden Redirection
The road may go
Forever, on and on
But, sometimes
I really need to be
Paying attention
If I want to stay on it
Forever, on and on
But, sometimes
I really need to be
Paying attention
If I want to stay on it
Liquid Rage
Once she finally saw through
The gaslighting
The manipulations
The gaslighting
The manipulations
Once she saw
The abuse
In the abuser
The anger rose
Fire in her veins
Pooled, glowing
As if lava flowed
Like liquid rage
Just below
The surface
Of her flesh
The Golden Heart
There is a golden heart
At the centre of my everything
Though oft obscured
Sometimes forgotten
At the centre of my everything
Though oft obscured
Sometimes forgotten
I call for it
In times of need
Or if too dark
It calls on me
It guides me true
Though rarely easy
But I know my path
When e’er I follow
My golden heart
The Singing Land
In this land
Of endless grass
And rolling hills
With scattered trees
And clinging brush
Of endless grass
And rolling hills
With scattered trees
And clinging brush
We roll on through
With singing tires
On bitumen
Both dreaming of
This singing land
Healing ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #58
0n my life’s journey
Science and logic and reason
Taught me all the many ways
I was wounded and broken
Science and logic and reason
Taught me all the many ways
I was wounded and broken
But it was not until
I met the Buddha on the road
That I began to heal
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