#360
Shame! Shame at those
blank pages, room on the index,
so much time, so much to say,
so little filled in.
#361
i stayed in that chair
watching your plane, all
the planes, take off,
quiet, still, sad.
#362
Inside the thicket i felt
warm and safe from the
passers and players,
my book fascinating
my stomach full,
the ground soft,
my head warm from wine
my eyes dozy and dancing,
it felt like everything was
going to be alright, i had
faith in tomorrow’s end,
that the inconveniences would be
revealed as misunderstandings,
and joy would return on
the heels of the Sun.
#363
Its as if my madness
has ok’d me to essentially
paint my life by numbers.
Oh, but break my pattern,
of following others
in a blind faith leading
undeniably nowhere, hemorrhaging
my accounts, damning my relationships
and steering me so far away
from relating to anyone, that
for once in my life i recognize
that i might actually be lonely.
How perfect that the one
character whom started to blow
my mind was a fraud intent on
robbing me, still, his mask
he’s left me inspired, the spell
is still strong, i question myself
i quiz the past, am i doing right?
am i living “well?”
My old friends clap my shoulders yes,
the ones i admired shining back
at me, i suppose in some ways its what
i always wanted, to
make them feel proud,
though it felt sadder than i thought,
oh the devilish joys of remembering
golden days long past, how thankful
i am they meant something to them,
as they meant the world to me.
#364
Serenity in the cemetery
gliding amongst the graves
forgotten pleasure in the quiet place
a windy magick
a peaceful pass
waving at passed friends
sleeping under the grass.
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-Mr. Write