Is There

Is there a place

Within existence

To shed the suffering evil places upon us

A remote world in a distance of love

Of nothing more than differences but love

Not perfection

Is there

Can this world be forgotten to start anew

Like the wrinkling of skin as we age

Like a freckle a speck of emotion

Is there

Or am I stuck in my own fantasy land

As I was told as a child

Wake up

It’s not like the movies

This is the real world

Is there a world less like this real world

A world of peace, love, protection for the vulnerable

Or are we forever cursed 

To be part of a world so evil

The good can’t seem to drown out the bad anymore

Is there ever going to be a place 

Where humans can exist

Is there a home for all of us

Planet Love

Covers

We blanket ourselves

Many layers of mysteries

Only revealing what we choose to reveal

Protecting our beings 

Judged nonetheless by those who don’t understand

Do we owe it to them or ourselves

To explain our past our stories

Just to be that book with pages

To be explored without judgement

Covers to be delicately opened

Our choice our time

Careful to not tear the page

Nor to judge a book by its cover

Read thoroughly

As you would ask the same

Wholly with heart

Visions

My eyes they see

The condescending reality 

Perpetuating the darkest of night

My eyes they feel

Through them various energy

Spectrums of self destruction 

Prevalent not hidden

Despite the motion and pull

One seeks outside

The universe has visions

Not so endearing

Do we see around us

Visions despaired

Can we see more 

To mend this place 

Called earth

Be Brave

Difference of the heart

Facing the world as your own

Importance of values and life

Reminiscent of dreams we once had

Those may still continue

In other ways we are shown

Within ourselves

No matter the cruelness of some

The change and impact we have

Depends on us on how in tune we are

With the world

With ourselves

No matter the lack thereof from others

In the end there are still some of us

Don’t let what others think rule you

Your heart will show in what you do

So be brave

Levels

We look at the surface of ourselves

The earth and everything around us

Sometimes whole and incomplete

Particles of differences energy imbued

Reaching formation in time in every way

Yet fail to see that we stem as a whole

To not just exist but form and be

Derived from levels from nothingness

The deepest manifestations of beings

From the same place in time

As one

Ones Journey

Time does not refrain or stop

To stand still or bleak within your thoughts

Forever cycling intermittently 

Time cannot be escaped it is a journey

Mostly obscure it is always there

In between lines of parallels 

Ones journey cannot be fully made

Unless we learn to be still with time

Sentimentality

Sentimentality for the sentiments

Of time of love of demise within us

Precocious levels of fortitude or not

What lies beneath the gifts of dust

To hold on to, to pass down, 

A memory of connected energy

You choose to keep it or get rid of

One of those gifts is not always a sentimental jest 

What is sentimental to one may not be for another

Something to hold whether value or not

Be it meaningful with history or heart

When you leave this earth 

There is only one ongoing sentimental gift

Love

Can You

Can you stop long enough to listen

To hear

To feel

To let the words of a story resonate within

Not to just listen but to hear

With open wounds and open hearts

Without distraction

Can you without a doubt really understand

Or just pass a smile to reassure

Is it genuine or a facade

Can you actually care

Feel

Love

With your whole self

Without judging

Until you look at every angle

Can you really?

One

Meadows of breezes

Filling the air with a crisp touch

As I lay in the grass

Closing my eyes to escape this world

A sense of myself floating

The music in my ears soothing

The energy surrounding

Celestial within

Aura of ethereal reach me

Another place away

Away from this place we call Earth

A universal place

The place of love

Residing through every part of my being

Resonating with the ground beneath me

No other feeling I want

To just be

One

 

Anxiety

Anxiety

It’s like an overwhelming feeling of loss

Loss of control in your life

Fear of the most simple things you should conquer

Dread of the next thing to come

Consuming you

Constant fight or flight mode

Pushing yourself to function to just live

To all whom experience this:

You will be ok.

Breathe…

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