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Sound III

who the hell am I?

Sound IIIWho the hell am I? Where the hell do I live?In those certificates or On those online accounts or online avatars?W-H-O T-H-E H-E-L-L A-M I-?I'm fighting. And I have any idea what they’re, Could be my ‘Others’- you, society; Traditions, customs; practices and 'That'.I’m a product of social clashes and bindings, I bear the dreams and Unfulfilled ambitions of many!Where is mine? 

Carried Too Long

Been there, done that, dare not go back!

Allowing myself to misplace reality's grip.Dwelling yet again in the past, feeling dismay.Into the bottomless depths of darkness I slip.Why could life not have been a different way? Trying to regain clarity, not where I want to be.Descending to the abyss, luminosity fading fast.Not fearing the dark, but the demons awaiting me. Been here many times, heart stressed, mind aghast. Plummeting downward, chilled through the bone...

Art Deco Sky

Wonders in the night sky.

Red dog around the moon stars shine bright Darkness soon gone dawn bringing new light Dimness over taken as eyes adjust nearly Ears hearing sounds in the shadows clearly Babbling from the creek I walk beside Crunching leaves under foot every stride Sounds far away coyote's songs echo Clouds thin decoupage almost art deco Fluttering briskly across your smiling face Dancing stars clouds and moon in space Lucky man I am grac...

Know No Fear

Like dandelion seeds on the wind give them wings

Dive into the depthsExperience the darkness belowRelease the air from your lungsWatch the bubbles riseFollow them to the surfaceEmbrace each new breath Flow with the currentsKnow your fearsLet them float away rejoiceWatch them pop and disappearLet go know no fear Start each day with a songDance in the new day's sunEach day a new beginning Embrace living Know your fears Set them free Like dandelion seeds on the windGive th...

Challenges

Things one knows, but still questions.

I wonder sometimes, this day will I make it through?Will I have the strength to finish the tasks at hand? Challenges the universe has given me, I need to do.Why life can be so complicated, I do not understand? My mother always told me, take each day as it comes.Some will be difficult, some easy, but never too hard. The more you deal with living, the easier it becomes. Take care of the important things, the rest disregard....

Summer to Remember

A boys summer vacation of learning.

This was the summer of 1963.A vacation of change for me. I just a boy of sixteen, young and earthy.She an older lady, much more worldly. Lessons taught were very real and sensual.Often dreamed but most incomprehensible. Showing me much more of life was attainable.Dreams come true, incredibly sweet, insatiable. Visiting places I had only been in my mind.Journey around the world totally unconfined. Changing from a boy into...

Just Fine

A poem about doing fine

I'm treading water in this river of time Sometimes I'm struggling, sometimes just fine I'm walking mountains in this world of mine Sometimes I'm falling, sometimes just fine I'm dreaming hopes in this sleep of mine Sometimes they're nightmares, sometimes they're fine I'm believing in love in this life of mine Sometimes that's hard, sometimes just fine We walk our paths and dream our dreams This life of ours, is not always...

Was It Enough?

Are They Going To Be Safe?

She hated days like this. A hot, blustery northerly wind, temperature more uncomfortable than it needed to be. It reminded her of the days leading up to Black Saturday – Australia’s worst bushfire. She had never known fear like that before. It made her very sad too, remembering what happened then. She had lost one of her dearest friends that day. Christine was trapped on the road by a fallen tree as she tried to escape. S...

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To be

random words...seems like a thinking disorder.

In a swarm of faces, I find me Standing alone wondering what is to be Closing my eyes to the time about to come Living the dreams inside my closed eyes numb Discovering that there is more outside than the darkness in me and waking up to the fact that the only constant is ‘to be’ ‘to be’ what I am destined to be To live it like it is meant to be To be the woman of my own deeds done And to live this life with regret none To...