If not for the tether
That roots me to this earth
I would drift away
Fly into the sky
And off to cold space
I can feel this sick lightness
Hidden within my gut
Selling to pull me up
Up and away
Sacred places
There are people who have sacred places
These places meant for certain faces
For soft and gentle wild embraces
Where there can be no other traces
These secret, hidden, and misty places
Fantasy realms made of dream
Destined to fade as time erases
And life outpaces
Even the fastest of the graces
Who seek to sustain the impossible
Against all that is plausible.
People are evil
This popped up on my news feed and I got sucked down this rabbit hole.
Former American Idol contestant talking about killing his partner to the woman he was cheating with.
He is on trial for the murder of his wife.
Holy hell what is wrong with people.
Salvation
“Don’t save me first,
Save them first”
These are the words
Cried out in the dark
Beneath the crushing
That speak of love
Through sacrifice
Words of fire
They burn away
All manner of pain
For the sake of other
May they glow forever
When are you most Unhappy
Interesting research here – https://economicsofpower.substack.com/p/economics-of-everyday-life-7
antidepressant
there are feelings
they used to be your friend
but they are deeper than before
now you have to drill for them
now you have to inject steam
that they might be forced
forced to the surface
forced into the light
and you stand there
staring at them pooling
all red at your feet
while you’re
you’re wondering
wondering who is bleeding
while you turn pale
and fight to remain upright
deception
the men with grabbing hands,
who did what they wanted,
with no concern for you,
they would whisper in the dark:
just pretend like it didn’t happen,
you’ll be fine
we’ll be fine
as if there won’t be any scars;
there are always the scars,
just not on them…
immobilized
fear is the only thing
that stops the lurking shadow
and the eye in the scope
it is what they pray for
when they see me coming,
that i remain chained by it;
that fear would come
and gnaw out my guts
each and every dawning day
mourn
it has been said
we do not merely mourn
that which has been lost
but the future;
a future unrealized
like Eastwood said
“Its A Hell Of A Thing, Killing A Man.
You Take Away Everything He’s Got
And Everything He’s Ever Gonna Have.”
and make no mistake –
death’s a killer
it kills all that we love
and all we could love
for the sake of oblivion
the only thing that makes less sense
then the ending of a life
is it’s beginning.