I’m curious to know what the island thinks. Does it feel complete in itself, or longs for connection? Is it the lack of connectedness that lends to a feeling of being self-sufficient? Ignorance is bliss. What happens when external influence reaches its shore? a desire to move driven by attraction of external appeal I want … Continue reading Island
it's so easy to sign up for somethingsomeone's teaching tribal art, andI think I'm creative-understandingart formstakes morethan wielding penschoosing from ink and paint-the artist explains the backgroundin a language I barely understandbut the vibrancy of chosen colorstakes me to nature inspiringher imaginationworlds she lives innot sameas mineYes, I'll take timeto attain perfectiondecipher lines, motifs, colorsto … Continue reading From shoddiness to understanding
Time complains as I browse through books of life find pages populated by memories, karma voices and remnants imperceptible imprints disappointment, guilt gnawing away silently at potential Can you make space by deleting files to write the future, give meaning to existence? Time complains… https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/30/quadrille-153-out-of-the-meadows-browse/
Some of you may die, but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.
MISSION
“Some of you may die, but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make in the name of almighty God, for a great cause.
”Words reverberated in the big underground room full of unhealthy-looking guys.
Their eyes as if under the influence of drugs, showed no emotions, almost vacant eyes.
Their mentor with well-oiled mane peeping out from the headgear, well-groomed beard, rosy fully nourished skin and checks, eyes full of greed, lust and arrogance, and protruding belly, was looking fully content with life.
He barked again-
“You are the chosen ones by the great almighty to spread his message in this world. You are to eliminate those impudent non-believers of our faith by sacrificing yourself. I understand you have no regret in selecting this path. Your families will be fully compensated. I hope…
In the dark hours the black pit opens yawning jaws have intent grim.
Demons lurk fingers flexing yellow-bellied monsters offer their embrace.
Regrets from the past fears for the future groping for every undefined concern.
Breathe deeply breathe again for all will be fine come the dawn.
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The prompt line I chose Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so… My take subconscious thoughts conquer with unseen tentaclesI'm on a leash, can't break away from dark shacklesI change the technique, I change my spectaclesdarkness turns … Continue reading Anxiety