Time works backwards.
Pleasure and Pain.
Explore and become what you seek.
Embrace it.
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Underneath the setting sun,
I was one, oh, I was one.
Unwise and undone,
Become, become, become.
Pain begets pleasure,
As she takes the reigns.
Relax
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February 4
The skies have darkened,
on the turtle’s back.
We have awoken
and sensed the mindless game,
that plagues our minds and souls.
Rejoice,
For we are the ones,
That belong here,
Don’t be sad.
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February 5
We see the sky,
But do we see what is underneath it?
What is above it?
What is in between it?
Life’s little games,
running like trains,
runs our life ragged.
But,
we learn,
and we adapt,
and we overcome.
Obstacles
We have won!
The night’s wind will cleanse us,
the night’s light will allow us to see.
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February 6
Never ending,
never blending,
never unseeing their eyes.
This place rots in the morning sun,
use your eyes to push aside the lies.
Creation leads to palaces in your mind,
untainted by their lies.
Wake and embrace what you have known.
Bring in and enjoy the seeds you have sown.
Life flies by,
hurled down the stream,
stop and drink some water,
watch the leaves float past you.
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February 7
Progression
counteracts
counterattacks
whilst under the swells.
Underbelly,
the bridges of this life,
holds the worlds together,
and lets them coexist.
The humans have tried,
to bring it down,
playing around,
they do not understand,
nor care.
Stay determined
Enjoy life’s fairs.
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February 8
Tea for the soul,
details not registering,
under the light covered bridge.
The bridge is everlasting,
not to be overlooked.
Overwhelmed, I walked alone,
feeling everything, throughout my bones.
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We swim underwater together,
an alligator swims up to us.
She holds it’s head in her palm,
it relaxes.
The underwater world opens up to us,
the tree roots are everywhere.
I stand on the shore alone.
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February 9
A cold winter morning,
the winds hold me up,
awakened by the struggles,
underneath the blood red sky.
The waters contain the secrets,
of the everlasting mind,
crack it open and drink it in.
Upswings
Downwind
Overheard
Green
Forrests
Beauty
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February 10
What is time?
Time to unwind,
backwards down the timeline.
Tomorrow is a lie,
which you wish to deny.
But, forever flies freely,
down time’s twisty lines.
Lines of weathered rainbow squares.
Lines of Summer’s misty air.
Time.
What is time?
Backwards?
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February 11
Time moves slow today,
the current needs to slow down,
sometimes.
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Scraping away silence,
drifting through the sea.
Waves against the sunrise,
secrets left alone at dawn.
I awaken softly and silently against the light,
of the morningstar,
of the unwashed dream,
of the unclean scream.
Rise,
and smile,
and uncoil your wrath.
I welcome your warmth,
and dream of your light.
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February 19
Dreams
Beauty
Wonderment
The forest comes alive,
underneath my mind.
Unwinding and twisting my lines.
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February 20
I wait for the hawks, the spiders and the rain,
the ideas fall from the sky,
I pick them out,
and put them down.
Come down,
come around,
let me hear your beautiful sound,
that comes from the mountain,
and the back of the sound.
Echoing forever,
and backwards through time.
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February 21
Second guesses and broken dreams,
I washed them away in broken streams.
Midnight glances and unbent beams,
twist away at tattered scenes.
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February 23
Tiny dancers in tiny lights,
over watching through darkened nights.
The sun has fallen,
obscured by the mist.
The thief falls before them,
shaking his fist.
Falling back as the day turns to night,
darkness follows, no need for light.
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I saw three hawks this afternoon in my backyard. I see them quite often while driving, but never in my yard. I heard bird talk that was unusual near me, so I looked around to see if I could find out what was making the beautiful noises.
And I saw a hawk in the tree. And then another one. And then another one. They were all in different trees, talking to each other. It was a very cool experience.
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February 24
The curtains contain the world,
which you are not meant to see.
You can enter if you try,
without wings,
you can still fly.
Beaten down paths,
which only you can see,
will follow you back,
to show you all you can be.
Down come the nightmares,
which can show you the light.
Down come the watchmen,
who try to hide the real night.
Night entails
Nighttime sails
Nightmare wails
Encompassing the word,
that you have not heard,
that you can not see,
that time can not free.
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