well I love to write, so I figured I'd start a thread and post some of my writing. Not to say any of it is good, but I enjoy writing and sharing anyways.
I'll post new ones every so often. Some have titles some dont..
Its what we not know in the blossom of a soul,
That gives us subtlety in life.
But influence and partisan from a kinetic flow.
We grow to know our surroundings.
Furnished with vision and hope to let go.
Worked to the bone for miserable years.
Decades of build up for nothing at all.
To know nothing and die a miserable soul.
To keep subtlety in life is the key.
To dodge imprisonment by influence.
Living in a flow.
And by time recognition,
For existence without purpose.
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Abstract Like Insanity
Abstract like insanity, I imagine her dancing .
Moving her arms symmetrically through the wind.
She creates a circle in the sky.
Painting new colors to the western sun.
The fire from her heart burns into my eyes.
And we are one.
One and infinite, in time, in universe.
I can see this fate in my dreams or awaken trance.
Apparently truth, or clever lies.
For it is all abstract.
Abstract like insanity, She weaves through the fractals.
A thousand pixels constellate in the night.
They create mandala designs in my mind
A canvas of beauty.
And if my thoughts shall unwind,
We'll be one.
One and infinite, in time, in universe.
A ripple of futures descends through my present mind.
In shaman vision, or clever lies.
For it is all abstract.
She's a walking dream, a flow of bliss.
Your many memories can drift.
And your wayward soul sift,
through the thoughts and glide.------------------------
The search for questions is greater than the search for answers.
To know what you are seeking before you can find it.
Closed eyes over a vast mind of troublesome thought.
In eccentric ideas, finding fate to match its cost.
In hopes to rediscover lost admiration for shallow reason.
It is the forgone conclusions that get us to judge amiss.
Deplorable states of narrow vision.
Have sent us to unimaginable beliefs.
We must intermit to restore sense to a mind.
And relieve ourselves of inadvertence.
