One thing ive realized at this bridge point in my life
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You dont realize the passing of time until the sunrise …now high noon in the sky slowly glides towards a setting sun.
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The painting over stylized
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the ones who told you that this existence was transparent… borderline on a bold face lie with good intentions
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Merit shifting and sliding from end to end…of what ? The spectrum of the beneficial…subjective ..for many of us ..at times even elusive.
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So what to do with …these thoughts…
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I bought some more sunshine yesterday..I think I might have over paid…but nevermind..those digits in that banks mainframe soon to be sublime bliss shaking off of guitar string …a tainted kiss to all that exists from a dreg like me…
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I now too know why the cage bird sings…the meeting of tragedy and tenacity on the sonic wings of a thing meant to fly high …but in a cage …
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Dont you just love this life? Honestly…I do but this society doesn’t feel the same about me..at least in my mind…I hope I know in time …
But the larger cage of conditionality invisible to all ..what was all of this? I will leave this existence not knowing lol
One thing that I have realized at this point, at this bridge in my life
…
You dont realize the passing of time until the sunrise …how high noon in the sky slowly glides towards a setting sun.
…
The painting stylized to an extreme
…
the ones who told you that this existence was transparent… border on a bold face lie with good intentions
…
Merit shifting and sliding from end to end…for what ? The spectrum of the beneficial…subjective ..for many of us ..at times even elusive.
…
So what to do with …these thoughts…
…
I bought some more sunshine yesterday..I think I might have overpaid…but nevermind..those numbers in the bank’s mainframe soon to be sublime bliss shaking off of a guitar string …a tainted kiss to all that exists from a humble man like me…
…
I too know why the cage bird sings now…the meeting of tragedy and tenacity on the sonic wings of a thing meant to fly high …but in a cage …
…
Dont you just love this life? Honestly…I do. Yet this society doesn’t feel the same about me..at least in my mind…I hope I know if they do or don’t in time …
The larger cage of conditionality invisible to all: what was all of this? I will leave this existence not knowing why.
“To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the breaking of bread.”
