Life always promised,
but never delivered.
So now I take
a pinch of salt
and throw it
into the air.
See where it lands,
and start to head there.
Following the sands
like breadcrumbs
laid by a kindly hand.
Love never seems easy,
too much hope breeds insanity.
I flee the madness
that grows internally.
I walk tirelessly
wishing for my path
to one day find me,
but so far, I'm walking along
this dirt siding alone,
watching nature idly passing by
as I try to atone
for something I've haven’t done.
My silent tongue sits,
tormenting my lips.
"Just let your words out",
my brain insists.
But they are not in sync,
my words only come
when I'm letting my pen sink
into softened pages.
My words sit
amongst the ink blot puddles,
and I'm too puzzled
by the universal riddles
that spin through my head
as I try to sleep.
In the deepening silence
when inspiration is tired,
the pen doesn't move,
only again starting to flow
when my mind slows
and the music sings
over its own unique groove.
The words sit glowing,
seeking approval,
but I'm just a conduit,
to the consciousness
that floats throughout
the cosmic waterways,
just a vessel, for the words
to use as a base.
I want to feel summer
float through me
and feel that heat glow
eternally.
Those feelings
I've missed so much,
the rush
of holding onto love.
The flush of hearts
soaring
too close to the sun.
When all the flowers open,
and the colours run,
blending into everyone.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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