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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Teeter Totters

The emotional fraudulent currencies

Are fodder that our egos tend to accept

Primarily from those we love the most

Creating an imbalance in a relationships

When we gloss over our own significance

And carry all the little things that they miss

Nuances that have mattered the most to us         

Subtle clues we feel too guilty to mention       

As if we were the crueler dynamic involved          

Which is part right but also very half wrong        

We let them victimize us, so we do as well

Credence of their thoughtless lack of actions    

Just to grapple for their scraps of attention

If we’re worth the struggle… require balance

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Scholars

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There be many forms of degrees to be had

Some be accomplished and some are lived

Wounds and burns from over their years

Signify much more than a person of learnt

Until reality became so abruptly obvious

After an uncertainty fogyish disappeared

Punishment chases after rare authenticity

If it’s misused as a dark planet in a galaxy

Of abusive or transactional relationships

As self-appointed sun’s plays center stage

Expecting a world to revolve around them

Bask in their glory at expenses of everyone   

Tickets aren’t a requirement, but purchase is

Some degrees are more costly… than others

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Inimittable

When life’s continuum gets halted

As if grasped by an unseeable force

Or crudeness clutching a pendulum

Our world becomes ever mutated

As our perceptions become skewed

And rhythm of our heartbeats- skip

From unexpected words or emotions

That triggers unforgettable memories         

The ones we cherish but also evade

Some are more like welcomed cudgels             

Addictive beatings for a scarred soul

That are yet to heal into wholesome  

Evoking a lost and unspoken language

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Apparent

There are various types of distance

One is measured in feet or over miles

Another can be seen as perceptions

Yet another is in by true hollowness

Relationships oft take on attributes

Some might be fashionable features

While others destroy their nuances

Characteristics that make connections

In ways some attempt to micromanage     

Stop listening or disengage altogether     

Then they fade away like lost echoes

Attentiveness becomes their lost art             

As their hollowness speaks volumes

Hearing discussions… becomes vacuous

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Nullification

Life can get too busy for most people

And time never stretches for anyone

It’s constant but stays unchangeable

Memories are my only real visitors

Followed by harsh addled thoughts

As if they were shadowy fragments

I could let such make me feel erratic

But favor faith and time might fruit  

Even if it’s in my last surviving days

Someone may show an ounce of care

Someone else remembers me missing

From life or emptiness in their heart             

Make me worth their efforts to visit  

Before all their guest…are memories

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Caught

It happens all at once: a microsecond

By text or an innocent conversation

Fragility of our faith of uncertainties

Fractures like some delicate eggshell

As truth bears itself as a new reality

In our stubborn corners of our minds

Questions dressed as webs did wait

Patently or silently for such a moment

Unsure if it would ever present itself

Knowledge, however unwanted- cracks     

We realize answers to dark unknowns

Lingering about like some odd shadow

We covertly implode, but act unfazed

Knowledge is power…some facts hurt

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Quickens

Life’s only natural counterbalance is absent

I feel rudderless or tossed off splattered waves

As odd days and nights collide into one another

I sense life more as an untowardly destination

I’m conscripted upon, a route not of my choosing

As I feel more as cargo in tow into odd unknowns

Strides feel shorter just as breaths feel shallower            

Dawns feel more like colorless insanity unfurling

Just as time lost all sense of any comprehension                    

I struggle for personal purpose or meaningfulness                 

The way unused and stored floats get packed away

For unfortunate events, everyone prays never fruits                    

I seem to be more of an empty bottle lost out at sea

My message forgotten before capping…as life stales

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Transplantation

Where the oddity of misfits often fit into

Spaces of nontoxic simplicity and moments

Far and away from stale burdened petulance

Complications are simply unresolved events

That dissipates like momentary misty clouds

After dawn spills its colors over the horizons

Time constructs are ignored by a natural rhelm  

Where windblown Maple seeds easily take root

And flourish to the code of their own inner core

Overcoming long or tall shadows of humid days

Eerie luminous nights warden by old hoot owls

As nature offers necessary nutrients to succeed

Weathered seasons come and go as unscheduled

Lush leaves furl and degrade … beneath winters

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Unfinished

Like an irritating domesticated pet

Fragility requires a little attention

To family, we become a bit difficult

Their oddity in their life’s balance

Guilt precedes any love’s embrace

Our life ends prior to our time has

Some of us just grew into obsolete

And like some shadowy tug of war

With life dragging us behind itself

In a dusty cloud of true obscurity

Over a chance line of preexistence

Tethered by time’s heartless hands     

We serve as tomorrow’s reminders

Reflections of a fear…they harbor

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