Tuesday, March 12, 2024

Children of the sun

 156 posts in 2018
156 posts in 2019
17 in 2023
this will be 2 in 2024... perhaps making it a 10 by the end of another cycle
...
writing out nothings that make all the sense
nonsensical needlings
these famous words created for such comedry

Can't speak a word of life in the mortal realm
it has fallen by the wayside as mere entertainment
a tv show that plays in the background
and lo, if shot dead, maybe it would be nothing more than a rerun

There's melancholy brewing in the sumpters
there's angst building towers in the lower realms
there's a hope for a savior in the corners of luxury
and then there's the truth, which stands above the pillars...
    waiting for someone to let it all go
       with courage

where have we gone, you and I?
talk talk talk, but we only want touch
walk walk walk, but we want to run recklessly, through thorns and all
because blood paints the walls with passion

in a world full of yellow people...
let us be courageous glorious reds, like royalty
Blues like kings
Greens like freedom
Violet like fire
Savage like wisdom

rage with me
   lest I rage alone
     and we are one in the midst of the probable, the mundane
         and we destroy them

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My inner child is distraught
   scolded and shamed....for believing...for feeling...for seeing...for knowing...
      and she knows its not them...it's her who shuffles the deck and builds what she tries to understand...
         but who understands her
I've reminded her of truth, of love, of forgiveness, of being held...
    yet she still wants her father to comfort her...
       his whole army marching along with him, although always present...matters not...
          she wants him... and it doesn't matter if he's in uniform or casual wear...or flip flops.
She can't break away from this need...and maybe she never will...
    I walk with her, bringing her along to be with him... as she doesn't need me...
       she wants to be loved, held, and she doesn't need me. I am not her father.
          
(the rest of this will be in the book... stardate (31224) ) I can't write it here.

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