Wednesday, April 8, 2020

How Does it Look, those deeper Meanings?


The rain falls to pavement, the seas are swooshing, the sun is clouded or pain covers pavement and souls are rapid falls where spirit-rise is shrouded by an overcast.

I have affinity for life those deep tragic crevices while art was appealing near misery.

…quiet dark rooms into essence listening to unspoken cadence; those times we hushed sorrow those winds we ignored or us thrown in another’s arms; such sick reasoning such centered rationalization if but to adore our images; our souls as seeds our screams as weapons while armor or breastplate became caricature; our private jokes, to care the other is hurt, while we ingest a trillion dollar cookie….

It was essential to love or to flower or to fret so distinctly those apples; or beauty becoming its sin while we hypnotized our guts, and radicalized our minds.

PS.

    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...