The lure of fascination
Write to recover
Don’t underestimate the power of a few choice words from another.
Still the mind-frozen ice bar decline
Mountain conquest-The victory is in the scenic songfest
Emotions sprayed in clouds of mist.
A place so far from the abuse of the daily grit.
Fight to recover — remember hope strives in another day
Feed and nurture this seed-give it an opportunity-don’t let another life sit and decay.
Losing time — people fragmented in a hazy rhyme.
Distance double flips somersaults. Impressive only till the sun dims less radiantly clocking off to snooze-lay down with others in benign.
Can only write when thoughts form a Congo – order, progress-the dance in this words come from a heart who usually expresses in mime.
Inflicted amoeba-exhaling indignant carbon monoxide. I despise seeking out for the one’s cued up at at destination ‘one stop’,Integrity lost standing mid line.
Metamorphose into a grey lizard , eagal or indeed be reborn as the mighty phoenix.
Third degree burns — death — ashes to ashes worth the pain to be reborn into the matrix.
The urge to sin imparts thoughts to defecate-all held sacred in the church of integrity.
Not enough to know the meaning-practice is what gives this value its credibility.
Walk the straight line — fight the inner hate crime.
Searching for a divine sign-reason dictates energy must endeavour with one’s moral retuning — to refine.
Speak up for the light that waivers-clinging on to its last breath
Inspired by an element with the capacity to cause devastation or provide a clear path leading to expulsion ending in
One wish to formulate all the intelligence into an honest medium of communication
History teaches-not all understand the world on multiple levels of perception of another situation.
Courage to flush the contents highlighting the spiral of organic destruction.
One day at a time — one moment to lie. Craving for the mythical Elysium.
Compulsive tics create a house of pain-exhaling tension-contain the nuclear feteus-natures own opium.
Losing track of the words that stumble — imbibed drunks-hungover searching for a quench of delirium.
Evade – This is the time when courage fails to conquer life’s illusive temptations — the bell tolls-the seekers contort to fits of tingling.
Invisible to the faithful patrons in full stasis cycle. A burden
a cross —
communication interrupted by Manic pleas to bear Atlas boulder with herculean madness lingering.
Cross eyed staring at the lit up pyres,
smell of human flesh disintegrate into a ritual released for those travelling the unknown path of death.
Reason can’t imprint enough ink — memories inclined to dementia bouts of forget.
Last nights shallow breathing ,shadows taunt — loom over until the inner eye seeks regret.
Promises made in a plea of chaotic desperation
Only to be forgotten the day after the congestion lifts — arise the sleeping urge to compete with this peculiar fascination
Posted on Jun 2, 2017, in STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION, WRITE TO RECOVER and tagged Creativity, Emotions, Life, Nature, spirituality, Stream of consciousness, Thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.