The way of things

Arts of war, rules of attraction, laws of power, and commandments divine litter the world. The notion of philosophical governance in the way one should behave. Treachery and the great river of faith. The individual and society trying to be, trying to survive perhaps even thrive. Little ways of thinking, little ways of obeying. Making everything so clear, hiding the fears and tears with self internalized lies until the day they die. When the universe provides its own answers, it’s its own path yet most will never see it. For they clouded in the haze and confusion of living to … Continue reading The way of things

Good days

The dread of a good day, that feeling of undeserved happiness. Plenty suffer from this, and plenty feel this unyielding pain. It’s enough to drive anyone insane. All because to have a good day when you’ve learned you are not worthy of one has been your life’s lesson. It’s time for most to realize that their continued existence is a blessing. Maybe not to themselves but someone or something needs you in their life. Continue reading Good days

Listening

I’m a listener, it’s what I do. I’m an observer of people.  And in the space of being awake for nine hours, I’ve listened to the woes of relationships, friendships, and the idle ties that bind people to stupid choices. I shouldn’t say stupid for the heart wants what it wants. And love has always been the busiest of beasts. Especially when it comes time to feast. People caught up on what they never had truly, people avoiding what they could have, and those seeking what they never should. My advice which I’m always loathed to give. Because for the … Continue reading Listening

On ice

With little remorse nor regret, I toss the last coin of our love into the empty sea that formed between you and me. The hollow I love you’s no longer echoes within as that icy wind that once parted your lips. Has blown to other shores to darken the skies of those unsuspecting. Of the imperfect storm, you are with no beauty to the disaster you’ll become. I count myself lucky in the few survivors that have known you. In the short time of your life and pray fewer still will ever meet the tropical depression you are. For your … Continue reading On ice