Survival frames from outside in-
gird by outer stress,
fears inside cower safe
a nurtured life facade.
Survival brain protects and stands
against, and never for.
Safe until the moon sets long-
a quiet tremor felt,
the winds subside,
a sigh is heard,
before you fall apart..
Time and hope together dance
twirling drunken steps
like wind tossed clouds
circling skies
day and night beset
An unfixed pattern soon takes form
when pain forgets the hour
and moons of night billow loud as sunrise wakes regret.
form shifting
cycling fresh in time.
spaces built for then, remember a now.
death consumes the moment and that next breath
taken deep with grace
creates….
Brown curling edges diagnosed
a death or disease supposed
but growing still with eastern light
reaching still in winter’s blight
buds reach high and hopeful
settled and composed
Choreographed in complexity
Dark yet
Heavy tones spiraling out with exhausted sighs
doxology
White life speeds unimpeded by lights, flashes
History on their side
Fear not pulsing
Violently staying in their lanes, views
Blind and asleep.
#Racism #MartinLutherKing #WakeUp
It is what it is
As if I were not entangled.
Stuck
lost in illusions of Control
It is
not so hidden
rising to the skin
exposed to time and life
open air propagates
and the cycle spins
until the fire within
destroys
what once was
only a lonely soul
lost in search of love
thumbprints press hard
on the outer part to shape shift being
into a failed construct
facade
hiding a soul looking for the light behind
to dispel shadows and such
searching for life beyond the creep of forced ideals
into everlasting peace
Woodhouses’s Scrub-Jay
#Birdsoftwitter
#Naturephoto
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