Learned to control mindstateI wait for tides to subsideLike a sunrise it’s beautifulIt may be new to you but I’m mindfulBlessed daily from the giftWhenever Something AmisI return to bliss and thisPower of meditationThrough practice resignationMy heart rate slowsI centre myselfAlthough the future is unknownFar from my control I can control meDeep breaths slowlyUphold these waysPathways I must not go astrayAnother poemAnother day
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Skeme rhymes I bleed.
Present moment I hold it cherish
Inherited blue eye apparent
Embellished with blessings
Finesse my pen dressings
Resting my weary eyes
Dream of bliss I’m in the sky
Dive into devide atomic
Flying never falling
Explode flipped mode
Artistic endeavors my calling
I write on the squalling walls
Balling my eyes out my brother falled
Past of alcohol pills cheap thrills
My sequel is refilled with abundance
Run amongst with hundreds
Thousands my sound is love
Come run with…
New… About me
Through my weary eyes, I type. It is 5 am as the sun begins to rise on my side of this planet. My wife lay asleep while candles flicker throughout the house. Traditional Japanese music softly plays from the television. I don’t know why I’m writing but I do it regardless.
It’s been a very long time since I have been blogging and a lot has changed. I’m married with a step son now. And I’m sober for the first time in my life. To be honest I’ve never felt better. I am on a path; this path is beautiful.
And as I write the sun continues to rise and the music continues to play and time is slipping away into next and the best thing I can do is simply view it.
I’ve always counted my blessings. Abundant. Thankful.
There’s too much beauty in this world to waste any time in my personal opinion. So I practice love. Through various ways and means. I’ve been working very hard to better myself for my self. It’s working as my self doubt is exhaled into nothingness. Leaving me with nothing but peace.
How . Haiku
How do they not see
The love and compassion
As the world crumbles
Empress
My dreams are intertwined
Magic and realistic
The writing can touch the devine
Brush stokes on cosmic canvas
I paint; deviate from the norm
My imagination like wolves runs wild
I’m never confined; defined
I’m an empress in my own place in time
I’m here
It’s the morning again; my favorite time to write poetry
My wife lay asleep across the room on our bed
Although things have been hard, I am optimistic
I’ve shown myself a better path, so my walk is easier
At least in the now; that fact remains
I have to continue to be mindful of the future
And live present in each moment; one after the next
I take a deep breath and ground myself; I’m alive
I remember an anxious moment yesterday
And knowing that to live is to suffer
But that thought passed; as all thoughts and moments do
I close my eyes; to simply shut them.
Makes me calm. Collected. Present.
And I take another breath.
Where I’m going doesn’t matter; now is time
I can build towards anything; but nothing is promised
So I do not attach myself with the future
I shall cut my ties with worry and sorrow
In this pitch black sky; I am here
The color was Midnight black
The dead of night in the city
Thoughts can wander
Unattended
Ease of the racing cars
Trucks and the hustle of day
Leaves the mind to trace itself
Picturing the unseen
Creating a place that is free
Free of future; is a picturesque now
Only the stars and moon
Create spaces in an infinite void
Full of possibilities
In the color
Of midnight black
Rise.
I die and rise again
The sweet escape
Light reigns on my life
From out of the darkness
Nina
Go.
Dare to write
Writing your dreams, desire, sex, love and passion
Whatever that may be
You can see your thoughts colliding with concrete written form
It’s bare and exposed
Lighting a way through the dark reality of human consciousness
Love yourself
Blessed with the food, shelter, family friends
Give thanks when you write
Nobody is promised tomorrow
Everybody dies; but not everybody lives.
Zzzz
Weary eyes and sore muscles. A devine sense of self; I rest
Laying on my blanket in a hoodie and pajamas in my home along the river
In the cold and rainy northwest. Along the Pacific ocean and mountain peaks
The humid air and ocean breeze I listen to the train whistle blow
Resting my eyes and awake I sleep.
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