Written 8/13/23 at 12:48am
Edited/rewritten 9/18/23 1:06am & then again 9/23/23 10:54pm
Never ever [feeling] ultimately heard like
A crooked curve in an imperfect line on the
Most withered page of the oldest, dusty book on the
Disheveled shelf.
Take a second,
Look at it closely...
Books help!
A notable adage can be starkly invisible
As the tiniest hummingbird's wings rapidly flap strongly
With all of their tiny might
Long after it's gone.
It's flown on, forever free just to be.
An airy, mystic song was the only magical
Hint left [behind] of it entirely.
It's miserly when gracing presence.
How is a mustard seed actually measured?
Nature's astral treble clef like buried underwater treasure,
Comparable to the finality of the approving kiss of a chef;
In the form of a meal's savory scent
With the tantalizing aroma lingering for a while,
After it's been wholly devoured.
Then it's gone like a birdsong
And proof of the meeting is fleeting in finite milliseconds or less.
Nonetheless, it's a blessing to experience, and yet,
The loneliest feeling ever...
A brief summer rain shower.
Temperamental weather can manifest
A single delicate, exotic flower within a
Mucky marsh with all of its
Beautiful weakness.
And, it's not to be discovered elsewhere!
The bare, soft scene, gently overpowered by the
Flammable fumes of the foul.
Dandelion seed travel, yes?
Of course!
So harshly nestled within the immense bleakness
Until it's all parsed.
My arse and yours,
Astral coordinates on the nonlinear line,
Has been marked for greatness.
Waking up from unthinkable nightmares
Into unmoored dreams of contentment and peace.
Serenity is a heavenly beast!
[Wisdom & knowledge, her sisters from the East].
Love and Light [western soul sisters] remain and always on the
Custard's cusp of trust and growth.
The proverbial planted oat linking or leading
To the healthy oat of belief
That's no less than required
For those wired for more than the best
And the rest of the cosmos.
After all,
We're eternal esquires of
Heavenly nobility and divine bloodlines.
Do I sound silly writing this?
Is ignorance truly that bliss?
Miss me with that bullshit!
I relent.
So let me ask you...
Can you "hear" the indiscernible sounds of nature
Within yourself?
Or, did you once require help to do so?
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Survivor's Remorse
PoetrySurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
