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 thrives 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 in a Conga– order, progress-the dance in these words come from a heart who usually expresses mime.
Inflicted amoeba-exhaling indignant carbon monoxide. I despise seeking out for the ones cued up at destination ‘one stop’,Integrity lost standing mid line.
Metamorphose into a grey lizard , eagle 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 returning — 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
relief.
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-containing the nuclear fetus-nature’s 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,
The smell of human flesh disintegrates 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 night’s 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 14, 2022, in WRITE TO RECOVER and tagged Creativity, Emotions, Life, Nature, spirituality, Stream of consciousness, Thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. 19 Comments.
Words cannot describe how amazing that was you wrote! I love it! All of it!
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This is so powerful Daisy! Lots of hugs to you. 💕
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Hey Alexis, great to have you here. Thanks hun xx lots of love to you too xx
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You would be great at those live mics nite. Just speaking off the cuff. 💕
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Ry i woyld love to do that but I would need to read it. I have an awful memory 😁😗
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I don’t know where your inspiration comes from.
I love and always will appreciate your mind and your heart of soul.
Your heart is punk rock and your steam of poetic consciousness is punk rock.
Love it! 🙂
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I wish I knew too. Ha ha. Glad to have your encouraging words to keep me going. You rock on every level there is . Hugs
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Big hugs to you my friend. 🙂
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And straight back to you 🤗
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How are you and your husband doing? If you don’t mind me asking. Hope all is well.
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Ah things are up and down with us but we work hard on our marriage. All will work out as it should be hope your girlfriend is okay?
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Hi Daisy
It’s been great following your posts. Thanks so much for following mine.
My website has moved and I’d love to keep you as a reader.
Could you subscribe to my new mailing list at the following link:
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Hope to stay in touch,
Anne Skyvington
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Aaw thank you. .Yes will pop over and follow u now .ca
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I doing somersaults over this one. 🙂
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Xx 😘😘😛
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rages upon ya pages
sage is not always
wise
as your mood
your food
is the words that appear
demure
unsure
the tyranny
of being entwined
with such a black and white
progeny!~
they fly the flag
of an anti assimilations
that inspire
those inspid
holy matrys
of an eastern anti christ
the thing
is i fancy
your sole
and that
hole in me pocket
is carrying a locket
of your oval
and your tress
you are the fecking best!
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That’s awesome John. Love it
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yw but refrain from the verbiage awesome. ty. i was motivated to respond in kind!
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Hugs
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