On the back
existen*c*e is but
a single breath
in the cours*e*
of deep time.
A little about this poem: I wrote this very short poem a few years ago when my wife and I were hiking during a vacation in Sedona, Arizona. Sedona is like no place else on Earth, it's very spiritual. This particular day we hiking to the top of the hill shown in the first picture above. We sat there in silence taking in the beauty and uniqueness of this desert landscape...red rock and sand for as far as we could see. For a brief moment it felt like we were on a completely different planet altogether.
To love a sociopath
Is an easy mistake to make
They have so much charm
But they can cause so much harm
And they know everything you like
And what you fantasize
Because they psychoanalyse
But the love they give you isn’t true
They come across as confident people
But of course they have no fear
They seem charming and sincere
But love is what they have a lack of
They believe work is beneath them
Because they don’t care for personal income
They are fantastic in bed
Because they have no shame
They are never to blame
Because they have no remorse
And of course
They have no connection to the past
Because they have no real friends
Only people they use
For a means to an ends
They have an inflated ego
Narcissistic and sadistic
A manufactured being
Always faking feeling
A mirror of your desires
Often cold and unemotional
But with a flair for dramatics
And other fleeting displays of feeling
With sociopathy you often
People die and and are quickly forgotten; a few leave a mark, but their marks are so fleeting. While we have life we struggle to find who we are and to create for ourselves some kind of legacy; we want to be famous; we want to be known; for our lives to have purpose and ones to remember.
But what does it matter if all is so quickly forgotten? What does it matter when we are no longer here? Ah, these are questions we ponder in life. Questions that have implications, like does life transcend death? where do I go when I'm gone?
My poem on the day he dies is not an attempt to answer these questions. It is simply a spring board for thought.
This is a photo I took of a lily in my backyard fish pond. It is one of my favorite photos because it shows the beauty in just one thing. I like that it is surrounded in darkness, I am not sure why, but perhaps because it draws attention to the flower. Each lily that blooms in my pond
This downtempo fantasy chill remix was produced by Reklaw & Tulpa, bring in something from a distant world with my original vocal and lyric.
Check out there fantastic work here below with my original song AmBeC! Let it take you to mystery and wonder!
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_I am a dolphin playing around on the high seas every day partying and having fun every day gathering with other dolphins_ _I herded minnows when minnows caught in our trap we ate fullness we collected pep_ _We were afraid of the whales they lurk us gave us markers when we careless, whales preyed us_ _I am a dolphin symbol of friendship and peace intelligent and friendly animal human like our game_ _But, in the Steemit Ocean I just an alien dolphin competed with other dolphin increased the power and reputation_ _I am a dolphin selected intelligent minnows and gave them the votes and the powers and gave them the flags_ _I am a dolphin will I would be a whale?_
Comes that instance
when you leave well alone
Hindsight kicks in
harder than bullets
Don't people dream
they never end well
Contempt for your trouble
Keep your wits sober
Keep your freedom selfish
Let skeletons die
where the truth is buried
Do you like you never believed
When The Empress is before the Devil
Temptation is at play, and the Devil may just get his way
Is the Empress in danger of herself ?
Or is someone playing with her mental health?
When the Devil appears he is full of sin
Someone who gets under your skin
The Empress needs to get out and follow a new road
If she doesn't disaster will unfold
The third card will show what decision she has made
Hopefully the temptations or the sinners will fade
Whatever she does she must understand the need
If she doesn't she will succumb to his shameful heed
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That which the heart holds dear
is in the alchemy of the master chemist
For a cocktail of hate will brew the heart
to give that which it knows as love
Enticing death as flies are enticed
by rotting flesh
An alchemy of sweet innocence attracts
a floating butterfly to its hand
Abiding in a blossom of giggles
in an open heart full of glee
As for the heart of indifference,
it sits in its chair of despair
Grappling with the notion
of being in between hate and love
Whether small or large,
In everything, it fits!
It exists in a baby's smile
It exists in a thing so fragile
It exists in a second or a while
It exists in every life's style!
It exists in a blink of an eye
It exists in all those meaningful cries
To the closest extremes of the skies
It exists in all those highs
It exists in a flower that blossoms
It exists in a bird that fly
It exists in an insect that crawls
It exists in a drop of water that falls.
Life comes in all colors
It has all shapes and sizes
Welcome life and never complain
As, it's short and can be never regained.
I'm so pleased to see @hopehuggs Runaway Rhymes back. This is literally a scribble sent with heart felt thanks for your continued contribution.
photo thanks to pixabay
You were lights kiss,
a shimmer on the tide.
I wrote you letters and poems,
dreams and ideals,
bottles of the flood,
glimpses of the fire.
You took them for expectations,
I crushed the muse with
the pedestal I built for her.
I called the girl a goddess,
and it was too much.
I was too much.
Una hoja cae,
mientras me detengo a comparar el movimiento del río con el latir de mi corazón.
Una flor escondida por temor a florecer y ser arrancada,
lo comparo con las ganas de no creer.
Ejercicio de un taller
23-03-2012 10:15 am
Just a short poem I wrote a couple winters ago, entitled
T is missing in the only photo I have) I asked my friend if she could draw a naked tree when I was telling her about this poem. She just started doodling and I scribbled my words into it somehow. Impromptu crayon/Sharpie/art/poetry.
Naked branches stretch forward
Grasping for Spring
To clothe their limbs
Wind chimes dance
Greedy clouds steal
From the innocent night sky
But we must share
For what's mine is yours
What's yours is mine
I really don't know where to start
Apart from I'm sorry and I'm a fool
I sincerely mean that with all my heart
I was thoughtless and I was cruel
I don't know why I said what I did
I was lost and so unkind
No excuses, I behaved like a kid
I was not in the right mind
Please do forgive me
To ask is a cheek I know
But forgive me and you will see
How our friendship will so grow
Darling Lucy, my dear sweet friend
You did me wrong and you know
But I would like this bitterness to end
Its time now to let this go
It has been too long and I have missed you
You hurt me with what you said
I want to be your friend again too<
For me it has always been a performance or something. I can never quite say what it is for me. Change. That's what. It's always different. The moment I have it is gone as quick as the one in which all goes to hell. Flow on. There is no particular point to it all. It's like a billion different games you play. The rules change, the goals change. Only one constant, the fact that you're here for it. It's always now you're playing with, other than that you don't have any guarantees. It doesn't matter whether you accept the terms or conditions, mom and dad fucked at least once and that means you're here. It's like a vacation that's gone on far too long and we'd all like to go home now. It was nice for a way but getting cold is getting old and whether we admit it or not most of us would just like to be held again. There are plenty of diversions to forget how hungry or cold we are for a while. But why are we here. No reason. Your parents fucked, thats it. You don't even know this isn't a dream o
I think your dumbed down scared and lame all you spoiled white bitches all seem the same it must be the chemicals in your food like aspartame you’re self-obsessed hypocrites that feels no shame knock yourself out feel free to pass me all the blame I don’t give a fuck its all fuel for my flame.
To me you see life is just a game I’m not scared you see and I won’t be fuckin tamed you can carry on and try to defame but it won’t work now watch my flame.
Before it turns into a massive explosion you can’t stop it its already in motion, you can’t stop this fucking notion just get out the way before you start your own erosion and get burned by a lava ocean when it comes to you my heart is now frozen and I no longer feel any emotion.
Go back to friends that you have to pay for if you don’t like me all you have do is ignore get on Facebook and try to find more like a desperate attention whore.