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Writers block:
the aromatic unspoken,
the floating ideas
that words attempt at capturing
but untasted
they can't yet spell.
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Don’t hide yourself
in the cavern crumble
of self consciousness,
don’t flood yourself
in overflowing embarrassment,
don’t avalanche yourself
into silence;
remember,
the heart talks
from the start to the end of life
without pause
because in its beats
there is no shyness.
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What I feel is thinking, and what I think feels. What is feeling but touching thoughts? A synchronic, emotive mind, ideas alive, is thinking that embraces the heart and plays the harp of feeling.
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Falling sunlight dressing the leaves in gold. #betweenwavesandsnow #photography
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Light your courage, live your life in dreams, your dreams in flight, for life, half asleep, between closed and open eyes, is a dream waiting to come alive.
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Insomniac Poet
Wor(l)ds asleep
Mind(’s) a( )wake
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Orgasmic Octaves
Collaboetry
Skin dreams
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A Sunset, heaven sent, sends reflections into my mind, driving soul inspections, my heart is held frozen in time, in these moments, in this little experience, in this bursting alive of color... The vibrantly painted passion of the sky is exploding, the wonderous journey's end of the day sighs satisfied, burning in flowers and wonders if I, in my end, will too. -Betweenwavesandsnow #poetry #photos #betweenwavesandsnow #thoughts
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You’re not tired of losing till you start doing what you're suppose to do.
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Reflection
The look in the lake that looks back,
the eye behind the eye,
watching,
deliberating,
judging,
wondering,
wandering self
lost in self found.
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What use is consciousness if I do not apply it? What use is depth if I cannot bring it to the surface?
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Yours was a courageous light,
unafraid,
and daring to reach unreachable places,
lighting dark spaces of discovery,
unknown was knowable to you.
Curious seeker,
wanderer,
dream traveler,
path maker,
in your journey
the hands of your heart
could not help
but touch the hearts of others.
Burning with its desire and passion brimming,
it was wild with reckless dancing,
laughing,
illuminated,
art itself living,
you could be nothing else.
Mischievous rebel
with loud soul and risking fingers,
I regret that I lost touch with you,
that our last talk was an ask
for me to speak to you.
Well,
I am here
and you are not
but that will not
stop me.
My heart is speaking and my soul is connecting,
my spirit is leaping in bounds to reach you!
It is spilling from me
and
pouring
to
fill
the
void
that threatens to separate us.
You are once again
on a journey beyond my reach,
but believe me when I say this,
we will see each other again
a little further down that very road.
Though the path for me is dark,
shrouded in mystery, uncertainty,
and riddled with difficulty,
I can still see your light.
My brother.
My friend.
I miss you.
See you one day soon.
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There are moments, in which, all thoughts are mystical, musical, and dancing possible, in once thought impossabilities.
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Kendrick Lamar - Sing About Me, I’m Dying of Thirst
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“Sometimes I look in a mirror and ask myself
Am I really scared of passing away
If it’s today I hope I hear a
Cry out from heaven so loud it can water down a demon
With the holy ghost till it drown in the blood of Jesus”
-Kendrick Lamar
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