Define Empty 10/11/16

An aged feeling fled one morning when the rain fell quietly against my window.
I awoke to find them already dissipated...
For you,
I declare the memory of us,
Once faded,
Now truly,
Gone.
At least, in the conscious sense.

Inner thoughts generate frequencies and some, still say,
Assuming the worst is just anxiety.
Being too certain of what has always been unknown,
Still seems too difficult to uphold.
For some days the sun brings me joy,
And others,
It simply won't.

All I can be certain of is who I am,
In this moment,
In order to create intention for tomorrow.
Begin the cycle of rejuvenation,
Restore power in places stolen by utter fear.

I still contemplate,

If an individual constantly takes all actions personally,
Negatively,
Does that mean they operate by a sheer thirst for vengeance,
Without yield,
For their pain knows no bounds.
Their mind,
A hive of wounds justified,
Poorly mended selfish pride...
And that is why when you gaze upon their face,
It is as though they've been walking on a sheet of ice for decades.
But make no mistake,
Such familiarity summoned when it all traced back within...

Until I begged for my own sanity back.
Only in the aftermath of monumental suffering, could I realize what I had done.

No more.
No more misunderstanding of self worth.
No more denouncing of accountability.
No more quarrels at the sight of our unique wonder,
Bound to mistakes as bound to mother.
Living like I ran out of time.
This is my ultimate meditation.
I was not meant to harbor hatred,
Since it simply,
Never lasted...
In the aftermath of reflection is truth.
A truth I could never arrive to under the curse of repeated self-infliction.
My intention,
My purpose.
Therefore, it must be free of hasty assumptions,
From the inside and out,
In order to thrive,
Fruitful affection for self.

This is the kind of dance I wish to carry out
For the rest of my time here.
Salvaging,
And savoring the last breath,
Before each night's end.
Holding close,
Loving spells cast,
Collected and reimagined by the rest.
Bound by star kisses.
I must still devote my existence,
To the method of catharsis,
Channeling rage into leviation,
For it is the only hint of a savior's existence.

Oscar Wilde's Play Salome Illustrated by Aubrey Beardsley

Constant

Proceed.
New beginning,
You rush to my side.
As I fall,
You remind me,
The work is far from done.
Keep me comforted,
When I can no longer bear it.

Massive confusion.
We have entered a realm of validated hatred.
Intentional blindness,
Molding doctrines
To serve the ego wounded.

You have forgotten about us for the final time.
Like a pulse,
We will summon your attention.
Dance for community.
Affection,
We, with the endless surplus of love,
Will bring you to your knees,
With this new electro, sustainable beat.
Inevitable,
Luring you out of your glass houses.

As we rise, we leave none behind.
The ultimate inclusion cultivates tomorrow.

Listen,
Your neighbor needs an ear to listen.
I am grounded by your disposition,
Since it demands attention
To reach full resolution.

And we move on,
These insides,
Take this uncertainty,
For it is ever-changing but consistent...
Change is always constant.
Insistent,
Defiant,
I feel the shift within,
Churning once more.

It is now time to let go of all I certainly thought I knew,
When I stop to make it known,
I have heard you.

Song Bird

He will flee like the song bird
Who only visits to sing.

He will flee like the song bird,
Who only visits to rest his wings.
But it wouldn't matter the slightest,
Since love will continue to harbor within,

His presence alone,
Could halt shadows from having their way,
With me,
He remains a most silent protector.
Forcing wonder in what stirs behind the shielded.
So long...
Yet she still knows nothing of what she will become.
Or where he will end up.

What of too much certainty?
Enough to bring a necessary change.

Nothing may collapse,
A passion,
Unfathomable,
Immense in weight.
For I find myself irreversibly sunken,
Momentarily,
When I forget,
How easily I may, too,
Fly away as the song bird always does.

Fly away by mere circumstance.
By too much tension in shoulders,
Always wondered by the latest fear.

Still, I am here.
Forever secured by the unknown.

Almost Acid

Wondering how,
Is the most complex anxiety,
Reinforcing uncertainty,
But more importantly,
Lending us a clue,
To discover new remedies for confusion.

Ask us not only what we know,
But how we apply our knowledge to action.
Even if it's just assembling words
In fractions.
When words experiment with ideas,
There is no better distraction.
Let us lift you, press you,
Calm you, rectify you,
All metaphorically speaking
So that we may discover
How to accept the circumstance
That is misunderstanding.
Without demeaning argument.
Come together on the certainty
That is difference...
Own up to the human condition,

It's time we faced ourselves.
With one another,
The task gets simpler.
Varying perspectives,
Assemble a bigger picture to revise and reconsider,
The human nature.

We belong to each other...
Though I know nothing about you.
Slowly, I've become no one to condemn
For the sake of not misinterpreting the human purpose.

The life we currently live is drenched in contradiction,
For the time being,
Until the shift begins to take full toll.
If you never decide to see me in you,
Then I fear we will never know.