Impacted

On occasions, I venture outwards

As I often find myself, sort to speak

Liken a nomadic man in a fogy haze

Where simplicity meets complicated

As my circle of life is more paradoxical

Tiny pursuits chase after intuitiveness

Where reality is no more as I expected

And all my life experiences have expired

I’ve even gotten lost from my former self

As days dredge up oblivious emptiness

Nights burn a slow candle of boredom

So unscripted, and I’m left to impromptu

While my imagination is dysfunctional

As I still exist inside this… subsistence

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Agencies

Life has lost its rhythm

As I coalesce in what’s left

Cold darkness and empty absence

Lumbering a path out of sync

Struggling for evasive words

Fragments of my broken emotions

I drift where I shouldn’t be

Only to subsist where I reside

And dragged along in a wake

Where lifeboats churn out tiny bubbles

None of which includes me

None of which fits my existence

But for the dirty foam, I’d be alone

To be discarded as… waste

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Pareto

I hoped for authentic hope

Not triteness people utilize

To shirk you from their life

Most people don’t deference

Modeling their authentic self

In part, absent the experience

Due to earlier poor spectacles

Or failure of self-reformation

Preferring more performative

As the act of acting improved

Effortless reduces the evidence

Simply following subtle hints

Unreasonable to sensibleness

Attentiveness…over attention

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Vacuity

I blankly stare out the window

Condensing except for a few spots

As cold rain changes to snowflakes

And chills chase reality up my spine

Even the room’s temperature drops

I’m looking for what I can’t find

Something to replace- all this quiet

Eerie echoes inside lingering silence

Much like unceasing water drops

Ever-present without any permission

But who am I to deny their presence?

My coffee has grown cold once again

And its taste will be bitterer than usual

Life seems to have lost its… beautiful

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Pyrite

No tangible resources left to obtain

I’ve saved nothing back for myself

My reflected futility upon their eyes

Speaks their dark degrees of disdain

I’m a transparent shadow forgotten

My scars or endless pain earned zero

My efficiency to protect only them

Promises made then kept are trivial

My faith in them has proven useless

I’m their antiquated toy flung aside

Despite how polished- I’m valueless

Annoyed for caring too much earlier

Anecdotal urged performative actors

Outgrown children now… strangers

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Disconnected

Recurring and regurgitating numbers

Days incessantly follow one another

Ever slowly and drift across my orbit

Like crass shadows of extinct thoughts

Meaningless and lacking real existence

Devoid of a truly intriguing inspiration

And I endure them as a prop does actors

In my characteristically silent presence

Anonymously as daily textiles of obtuse

Passersby pay me little if any attention

I’m crept in commencement of shoe soles

Dashing to and fro in a haphazard trek

As if their entire lives depended upon it

To exist in copious tomorrows… as an echo

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Blindfold

The tease is the deception, not the eruption

Love doesn’t pass by like a wisp of a scent

That only remains active within memories

Never to be found or ever recaptured again

Love is purposeful, engaging, and esoteric

It cannot be birthed from storms or stones

Or act as triage, turning wounds into scars

Nor linger; it develops and blooms to live

And to exist, it must be gracefully nurtured

Love must be accepted of its innate burden

That willing sacrifice of oneself to another

The way a drop of water falls from heaven

Slip through soil just to quench a seedling

Solidity from another will gifts us… love

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Homeward

We merely choose our last providence

Let us traverse these mountains left

By way of a forgiving-natured path

That weaves between dark canyons

Of heartbreak and ashes of dreams

Where moonlight and the sun gleam

Betwixt ridges and precipitous cliffs

Past meadows where we laid to rest

As we slowly recaptured our breaths

And let all our fallen tears have been

A blessed shower of rain from within

Wept by sacred memories that remain

As the parade of dusty days led us on

To a quenching river’s edge… of peace

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Attainment

I have cursed and I have prayed

I have stood up and I have fallen

I have run and I have been broken

I have smiled and I have humbly cried

I have been right, and I have been wrong

I have dared to walk alone and get lost

Before you know where I’m coming from

You have to risk finding my whole truth

But if you never steep inside my wounds

You’ll adopt your illusionary satisfactions

Cause you’ll only trust whispers by others

Others that have been too afraid to venture

Misunderstanding about what makes right

You’ll be in the darkness… I’m in the Light

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