The world is a suitable, beautiful, muse to her
She wakes up with smeared make up
And types whatever’s true to her
Whether its painful and the rain falls
Whether its sun rays and her love plays
She writes for a better tomorrow
Today the page is the only quarrel
What could have or should have been
As it is written; life is brand new again
Let the writing be a healing from this desolate plane
Growing up and showing us that it’s alive again
From the movie Scarface
“There is surely nothing other than the single purpose of the present moment. A man’s whole life is a succession of moment after moment. There will be nothing else to do, and nothing else to pursue. Live being true to the single purpose of the moment.”
Hagakure- Book of Samurai
Where is my meaning?
Compassionate surpassing all other reasoning.
Indulge in emptiness of self and fuel the flames of others.
Light their torch; be a source of blessings and wonder.
I was so lost, could’nt tell truth between fiction
Please grant me forgiveness
My imagination got the best of me
From my psychedelic recipes, weed smoke and drinking sprees
Ecstasy and any pill I could heed
Please forgive me for the lies I seed
But its okay if I sewed my own fate
If that’s the case I can love you from far way
Maybe one day you can hear me
Sending so many apologies.
Awakened by life surrounding me; No longer alone
Last month I rescued 2 kittens and they are my world
They like the mornings; hyper and stampeding like horses
On the soft carpet floor.
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