pride - envy - hate - lust
Proof that I cannot contain myself
Ready to be the best I can possibly be
Inwardly indulging my sense of me
Deceased are the times of any self-doubt
Evolving – I’m growing inside and out.
Everything I have still isn’t good enough
Never before have I needed your needs more
Virtue poised, egos woken from its dream
You’re the reason envy’s left me seeing green
Here today where you live
Alienating me from me,
To much hate directed to
Each and every one of you
Longing for something almost void of love
Undeniably we all crave for lust
Sickly and suited for all to practice
Trusting, entwined with spite and malice
Thursday, 13 July 2017
Communication 93
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Communication 92
imperfectly travelled
she’s come a long way
gone are the days of isolation
girl in a forest
throwing caution to the wind,
with battle lines drawn
her hands and feet worn,
the wilderness in her heart
pacified by her first born,
over oceans
navigating the non-familiar,
I often think of her,
from the islands of Galapagos,
to the peaks of the highest summit,
how can we ever be strangers
with a tapestry of history
stitched so perfectly,
I’ll love you eternally,
I’ve come a long way,
my life – imperfectly travelled,
gone are the days of isolation,
boy in the forest,
throwing caution to the wind
with battle lines drawn,
his hands and feet worn
the wilderness in his heart
pacified by her first born
she’s come a long way
gone are the days of isolation
girl in a forest
throwing caution to the wind,
with battle lines drawn
her hands and feet worn,
the wilderness in her heart
pacified by her first born,
over oceans
navigating the non-familiar,
I often think of her,
from the islands of Galapagos,
to the peaks of the highest summit,
how can we ever be strangers
with a tapestry of history
stitched so perfectly,
I’ll love you eternally,
I’ve come a long way,
my life – imperfectly travelled,
gone are the days of isolation,
boy in the forest,
throwing caution to the wind
with battle lines drawn,
his hands and feet worn
the wilderness in his heart
pacified by her first born
Communication 91
a city I’ve never known
I want to get lost in a city I’ve never known
walk down a street I’ve never seen,
a town square I’ve never been,
I want to feel alone for a while
entangled in a moment I can’t undo,
indulge in the life of a man I never knew,
feel the sun hit my face on a morning
I’ve never woken to,
neglect commitment
if only for a day or two
I want to get lost in a city I’ve never known
walk down a street I’ve never seen,
a town square I’ve never been,
I want to feel alone for a while
entangled in a moment I can’t undo,
indulge in the life of a man I never knew,
feel the sun hit my face on a morning
I’ve never woken to,
neglect commitment
if only for a day or two
Communication 90
the afterglow – limitless
hitching a ride on the 3 o’clock wind
the cockerel sleeps, the wrens they sing
I plan to exit come 5 o’clock
on the afterglow I’ve grown to love
I’ve wasted my time on the in-betweens
I’m making my break, cutting clean,
with the west wind shivering
the moon ray dwindling
I rejuvenate under tireless sky,
drawn naturally to a life unknown
I pass my time alone,
bracken breaks softly underfoot,
the bells in the steeple ring
I entwine and knot myself
between the all of everything,
there is no rush, no urgency, no law,
for the first time at this altitude
the purpose of my meaning appears
limitless, there’s finally room
in my heart for forgiveness
hitching a ride on the 3 o’clock wind
the cockerel sleeps, the wrens they sing
I plan to exit come 5 o’clock
on the afterglow I’ve grown to love
I’ve wasted my time on the in-betweens
I’m making my break, cutting clean,
with the west wind shivering
the moon ray dwindling
I rejuvenate under tireless sky,
drawn naturally to a life unknown
I pass my time alone,
bracken breaks softly underfoot,
the bells in the steeple ring
I entwine and knot myself
between the all of everything,
there is no rush, no urgency, no law,
for the first time at this altitude
the purpose of my meaning appears
limitless, there’s finally room
in my heart for forgiveness
Communication 89
wild swimming
here I am as it gathers
holding nuance,
splitting supple motion,
I shall swim this river wide
as I collide
with the break
I’ll gulp my last choke,
I could inhale deliberately
no one would ever know,
chaining myself seamlessly,
meandering light currents,
a dull sense of reflex,
no patience to ponder,
a distinct desire to drown,
to breathe in water
I have no inkling
to relate to the life
inhabiting the banks
no thanks!
I’ll drift away from view,
buoyant for only seconds
with nothing
to hold on to,
this fear is nothing new,
finally letting go of you
here I am as it gathers
holding nuance,
splitting supple motion,
I shall swim this river wide
as I collide
with the break
I’ll gulp my last choke,
I could inhale deliberately
no one would ever know,
chaining myself seamlessly,
meandering light currents,
a dull sense of reflex,
no patience to ponder,
a distinct desire to drown,
to breathe in water
I have no inkling
to relate to the life
inhabiting the banks
no thanks!
I’ll drift away from view,
buoyant for only seconds
with nothing
to hold on to,
this fear is nothing new,
finally letting go of you
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