The calming effects of natural beauty, the collective respect for nature’s duty, the itinerary of isolation allowing the uploading of enthusiastic observations. This mist clinging among the leafy greens, flickering lights dancing upon a tranquil stream, fire flies shine late in the day such tranquility is nature’s way.
The fertile fumbling frogs forge in the foliage, the gusty winds blowing fog, this pristine productive planet from God! preservation and protection or deflection. The buzzing bees will casually sting! such is the beauty in the butterfly’s wings, snow on the horizon ready to fall, to the majestic magnificence of the waterfall.
The migratory birds sore while they sing, the uplifting currents of wind on wings, lush grass sipping the morning dew! then turning toward the sun in time on queue. Strange how the wasteful will engage in the lack of hope, can our environment’s buoyancy keep it afloat, judicious judgments in adjudications! I have my reservations.
The empty spaces in the mind, pulling and tugging those demons are mine, the cold drab colors that ingrain ill to be, who’s in control of the dominion I don’t see. My heart skips a beat when frozen still by that chill darkness conceals what is real, hearing the cries of black crows, feeling the death of my will as it ebbs and flows.
No longer a reason to be, the clear path I no longer see with nothing left for me, the clunk of my own miss footsteps, the blackness of the asphalt that’s slick and wet. The white lines giving directions to my disorder, when madness patrols life’s borders, those shadows are not mine, this body they won’t find! within the empty spaces in time.
“The spirit in a tender moment, your sweet memories allow you own it, when life interjects that stress from duress! in those moments it’s just a text, keeping you appreciating the best! mixed in with all the rest”
You could feel the night’s sting, that chill in the air, a growing awe in this coming darkness was not clear. An innocent child slapped on the backside to be born evil surprise the cruelty in a child’s eyes burned scorn.
Like the rosebuds blooming from a protected seed the flower’s slow death from the spreading of the weeds A mother’s fear a father left pondering what will he do feeling cursed by heaven, half pass eleven having no cue.
Life turns the warmth in the rays of the sun away then dull the cool ocean mist that spray, must that emptiness gnaws to the bone, from the awareness of being all alone.
Compulsion is mired in those dangerous deeds while depression conspires with that belligerent need. Processing memory in need of modification consumed by toxic vapors in a prolong intoxication
Sobriety’s disdain of all regulations, then you tremble with pain from lacking rehabilitation. Your lips are dry the tongue is worst, those violent shakings from your burning thirst.
Your tolerance is high, unsociable at best, you indulge in that old corn rye omitting the rest. Dangerous when dizzy your current condition, at days end you’re in a fetal position.
Alcohol syndrome from the excess, a completed liquor store run viewed as success. Heavy headaches from habitual hallucinations, chronic cirrhosis was in the autopsy’s information, now unclaimed before cremation, concluding a hopeless situation.