tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86295918856459523792024-02-20T13:49:50.517-08:00menglesh...menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-47749311141596869652023-12-31T16:19:00.000-08:002024-01-01T11:58:48.578-08:00rhythm of life...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXdBef6LW15zBxKgQothIKTRsBO10-LyTCIvIlxS9JUvTTCROQ18oaJr0e_5VfIH_pev5zQv3_Y5eZRPOO23LkaPOx0EWsVSlwpRCF0ebXHIvHSdFh5kl1oeUpwGJMHTxwuqP7Oa7ziXw-azJ7JUKTAP1-7aZG20TjFyUE44ys5Ov_fU7QHiUXYRa9Xgc/s4032/jillAtMissionPointBeachFilmGrain.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXdBef6LW15zBxKgQothIKTRsBO10-LyTCIvIlxS9JUvTTCROQ18oaJr0e_5VfIH_pev5zQv3_Y5eZRPOO23LkaPOx0EWsVSlwpRCF0ebXHIvHSdFh5kl1oeUpwGJMHTxwuqP7Oa7ziXw-azJ7JUKTAP1-7aZG20TjFyUE44ys5Ov_fU7QHiUXYRa9Xgc/s320/jillAtMissionPointBeachFilmGrain.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><div><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>the ocean’s tide meets its end at the threshold to a shore</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>moments emerge and fade</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>tides in life approach and retreat much the same</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>the aftermath of loss, maintains a pulse</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>louring over our livelihood</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>beating just enough, so as to remain aware</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>we are hostage to the pain</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>however, much like footprints in the sand</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>melting amidst a surging tide </i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>silently subdued then submerging</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>shadows of the past</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>~ endure, and in turn, forge a new wisdom ~</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>the water’s edge cuts a present moment</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>savor your moments</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>they nourish, and inform</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>soak them into your bones</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>discard what diminishes your soul</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>cast off this refuse like a stone</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>let it sink it into the abyss</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>~ the impermanence of moments, a curse yet a gift ~ </i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>remember to follow your heart</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>its strength and cadence will guide</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>like water, allow yourself to wander wistfully</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>wayward currents might misdirect</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>but in short time, they self correct</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>float along</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>with or without direction</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>aimless, adrift, unanchored</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>awaiting adventure anew </i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>~ embrace the uncertain seas of life, let its rhythm carry you ~</i></span></p></div><div><p class="p1" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><span style="color: #3d85c6;"></span></div>menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-15588710631473376822023-02-18T21:41:00.001-08:002023-02-18T21:41:24.135-08:00shadows of decay<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/bIdw08iwRQo" frameborder="0"></iframe>menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-24875180757909214892022-12-26T01:36:00.001-08:002022-12-26T15:44:53.812-08:00a ghost's rhythm<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOET0WELRLX0Y4sPFAsrT4pTvqozGUjWzZA7tXo6IOTMVKuREyEATtVatc5Y-iecutWysVR6uasl43BRo9qZZIcOnbzCF657fDF9YhZYrLGSl2LGhJRUUwza7yReKqTcJpln_QfWFA9EK6oLowt1HZKi-yQIlA8ICa7imtZhqKtLj7X3gdIng03Bla/s4032/blackMetalSands01.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOET0WELRLX0Y4sPFAsrT4pTvqozGUjWzZA7tXo6IOTMVKuREyEATtVatc5Y-iecutWysVR6uasl43BRo9qZZIcOnbzCF657fDF9YhZYrLGSl2LGhJRUUwza7yReKqTcJpln_QfWFA9EK6oLowt1HZKi-yQIlA8ICa7imtZhqKtLj7X3gdIng03Bla/w640-h360/blackMetalSands01.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>floating above in the still, dark night</div><div>a glowing rhythm of dissonance in the sound of this evening, winter breeze</div><div>creeping through cracks like lifeless breaths </div><div>swaying, softly with a deadpan longing which is kept secret behind a veneer masking evil</div><div>frothing with scorn for one's soul</div><div>vague, illusive and mysterious temptation causes an impulsive urge to bloom </div><div>leaving just enough, just out of reach, to slowly crawl you closer to this death</div><div>surrounding the room with a constricting conscious</div><div>submerged in a stinging, frigid, blackness </div><div>the draw of this blackened night, like blood into a syringe - slow, deliberate, rhythmic and leaving</div>menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-72815993104816769862022-07-04T11:48:00.000-07:002022-07-04T11:48:52.693-07:00left to fall<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiqklPFBHo3qaUlezaK7lgGQA-WBP-tTvU3vC_KQ5ep_dHcztN4WAJfFkD0mViiqRe_FE52r7QuqNkG7Vtr1YfjVQB_KmCI58oNAxWIE3xtFVTfxzAhdR4x0JRz9HTdziAQFWg92OpeRtJBFQre-t61XKmt-B86Bpue-CAUxUr5Do73jTu1lnLAfSg/s1280/sky%20and%20sea.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiqklPFBHo3qaUlezaK7lgGQA-WBP-tTvU3vC_KQ5ep_dHcztN4WAJfFkD0mViiqRe_FE52r7QuqNkG7Vtr1YfjVQB_KmCI58oNAxWIE3xtFVTfxzAhdR4x0JRz9HTdziAQFWg92OpeRtJBFQre-t61XKmt-B86Bpue-CAUxUr5Do73jTu1lnLAfSg/s320/sky%20and%20sea.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />lonely loves company<p></p><p>lost loves leave but one</p><p>a leap of faith with a lovely heart</p><p>can break both</p><p>your faith</p><p>your fall</p><p><br /></p><p>spilling forth, frantic letters</p><p>which, wishfully walk each other into words </p><p>willingly washing over one's soul</p><p>nourish, nurture, wrap arms around her song</p><p>bearing all, tearing flesh away and extending both hands cups of blood</p><p>bleed to bond and become one together</p><p>sunken shoreline feet watch the tide slip away</p><p>she sits beneath the surface</p><p>you stand in a shallow pool of memories</p><p>fading each day</p><p>melting away</p><p>feeling familiar, finding lost pieces of what was once one</p><p><br /></p>menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-66513372533836333962022-06-20T11:50:00.004-07:002022-07-03T08:19:50.931-07:00slithering withinher words wither<div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLosuwSc9c1MPv_J6n879qVmSYBATle3EKQ2cSco5pWo-7p1UnfrEACNNBodiB7Sl_MRApYROFZOphkAtlI1YNxcptzDpIpy_1eurnr3OnjZmsf0Pdn5V-cbT8-VPyrEyCTIn4Ph1ZOytvAfcUZkXARF2w6JWwv_DC3K21hdEhZSbnk_TtlOJIHG6e/s4032/slitherWithin.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLosuwSc9c1MPv_J6n879qVmSYBATle3EKQ2cSco5pWo-7p1UnfrEACNNBodiB7Sl_MRApYROFZOphkAtlI1YNxcptzDpIpy_1eurnr3OnjZmsf0Pdn5V-cbT8-VPyrEyCTIn4Ph1ZOytvAfcUZkXARF2w6JWwv_DC3K21hdEhZSbnk_TtlOJIHG6e/s320/slitherWithin.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>with a widowed tongue</div><div>forked and serpent-like</div><div>frothing with venom</div><div>swaths of blood<br /><br /><i>violent cadence - vitriol and viscous - deafening with time - numbing</i></div><div><i><br />
each victim's voice reaches inaudibility, becomes blurred.....slurred</i><br /><br />a marksman with bite</div><div>precision to pierce but without bloodletting</div><div>a slow draw</div><div>the damage deepens when over time</div><div>bleeding beneath layers</div><div><br /></div><div><i>weak and controlled - left lifeless - tyranny and torture - somehow still shamed </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>opening my heart brought bare, her fangs</i></div></div>menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-87175208037222410662022-06-11T17:58:00.000-07:002022-06-11T18:17:36.593-07:00when i decide to diebe brief with disbelief of how you've reached this moment<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaXLwdDSuFkfHLPVm3SwMjcZJ6XhlCkXaYU_a1eR1SKfEeURv11mh7Rmk0rOF-uS7ksXy1UZvB_HlsFLA_vSQ79yD5yLHD_6XMf7giGG4mhcWEgqD6mjHLU955es5y1TNPm9KTjNJJdNfCZBOE6htYfr2wUxlCHnesrRw9rdBRZ1Dxoq_u7HkGiyN7/s4032/IaoValleyCliffFaceThroughLeaves01.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaXLwdDSuFkfHLPVm3SwMjcZJ6XhlCkXaYU_a1eR1SKfEeURv11mh7Rmk0rOF-uS7ksXy1UZvB_HlsFLA_vSQ79yD5yLHD_6XMf7giGG4mhcWEgqD6mjHLU955es5y1TNPm9KTjNJJdNfCZBOE6htYfr2wUxlCHnesrRw9rdBRZ1Dxoq_u7HkGiyN7/s320/IaoValleyCliffFaceThroughLeaves01.jpeg" width="240"></a></div>begin the never ending end<div>brave it, stand at attention in this fleeting time lapse of memories</div><div>abruptly, these memories shut off and with your physical vessel they fall to the ground</div><div>the all, ever, forever as well as the never</div><div>never will you mingle with the living</div><div>our fears meant nothing, yet strangled our days and dangled hopeful tomorrows just out of reach</div><div>i might choose to die tomorrow, but have been there as early as today</div><div>living a patterned, rehearsal and performing on the same stage day to day</div><div>build my buildings, refurbish the old resurrect the new</div><div>all bound to collapse</div><div>the cradle of positive outlook has crumbled beneath me</div></div>menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-13843492299071889862022-06-09T11:36:00.001-07:002022-06-11T17:27:13.404-07:00rhythmless<div>i love that i lost feeling </div><div>leaving a chip on my shoulder as guardian<br />
but i hate that i've gained such weight in thought<br />emotional scales often tip and refuse reprieve for balance</div><div>perhaps this loss of feeling is superficial and i'm grasping for meaning as usual</div><div>what a tight-rope walk i continue</div><div>with a casual yet consistent desire to saw, scrape and detach its anchor point</div><div><br /></div><div>even at its most taunt i remain off balance</div><div>i am a groupthink of lost rhythm<br />these many lives together pulling down from each direction from atop</div><div>
looking down doesn't matter</div><div>somehow i teeter but wont fall<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZnC5zXY7V_CqtuRgpT-s8i9-IDAqWBlVymO2IaUMsACgx64py95D94w9X2GZUUDEFxRS3yPLuO0inaBSYyEdJ8Pd7c42rEupATUhAhQDEea4vxP-3D26puckrXrAEdj6qwq2aHUkTzlguBtdTnqrd_sSmYGT39AYi115o_rtPpbKgXfBwkZuZW_7I/s4080/stubbStankPond01.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="4080" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZnC5zXY7V_CqtuRgpT-s8i9-IDAqWBlVymO2IaUMsACgx64py95D94w9X2GZUUDEFxRS3yPLuO0inaBSYyEdJ8Pd7c42rEupATUhAhQDEea4vxP-3D26puckrXrAEdj6qwq2aHUkTzlguBtdTnqrd_sSmYGT39AYi115o_rtPpbKgXfBwkZuZW_7I/s320/stubbStankPond01.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div>looking up into dizzying space</div><div>with no stars neighbored to my gaze</div><div>there is no blacking out, still</div><div>dark earth haunts below</div><div><br />within each sunset i sink into this phantom life</div><div>one that continues to rise despite no shimmering or shine</div><div><br /></div><div>staring into the sun bleaches the color from my eyes</div><div>leaving vacancy on the surface but still begging to be covered as a barrier to my soul</div><div>looking within</div><div>with what the walls of blood force us to take notice of</div><div>too terrifying to tell, to diminishing to ignore</div><div><br /><br /></div>menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-31829831865270793962022-04-29T13:42:00.002-07:002023-11-08T14:25:55.653-08:00touch me... (draft - originally written 12/31/11 11:11 AM)<br />
Burn the rest of my earth<br />
Plant you next to me<br />
The riddles remain unsolved from the talk between our languages all translation turns to the lost<br />
A vibrant sky vibrates in song....soak me eyes, carry on<br />
The love for your last words, they turn my page with hope for a new beginning but mostly an end is near<br />
My longing for past lives, rich history, wealth and love....soak up and lie to me for living in it...<br />
I starve for rebirth and tip my head, wanting the best of you<br />
just let me go and fall with grace...landing ok, to remain adrift and subtle<br />
the calming in letting go...is a poem which seeds me to grow...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSjFPhGppe9E0IEixrc3DN3eXauiClIl2yAN91i60qpJAnoqZ7q5YQ1hG4hyaZmc-OtLBJ6rLn84Bw4e5ZOTMXwvhTRBI7g7sIGmNr_jJAadrqL26nrHndzzfgI5SPr7nIjSxQLiXHuPO4nBrtola0UOGAvmj-MmtLOmQuqMSukk4-tdq-jGA8LP_/s4032/touch_me.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSjFPhGppe9E0IEixrc3DN3eXauiClIl2yAN91i60qpJAnoqZ7q5YQ1hG4hyaZmc-OtLBJ6rLn84Bw4e5ZOTMXwvhTRBI7g7sIGmNr_jJAadrqL26nrHndzzfgI5SPr7nIjSxQLiXHuPO4nBrtola0UOGAvmj-MmtLOmQuqMSukk4-tdq-jGA8LP_/s320/touch_me.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br />menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-11417441016087889942020-11-24T23:38:00.003-08:002022-06-18T17:52:48.177-07:00 burden of thought<p>the cliché felt</p><p>walls verbally are walked in an order to bring them down</p><p>these walls scream similarities to you while your messages build</p><p>we need each other and we waltz through a fire of hate</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQXuSjuFLPQQ_Rq0I7nKmkyI69vTwp7V2Bdz1VF-KMFIdgGgD5fJoGHtNdIkZEJOFMy5s3d-n_7_t_qSLTfHGBsVemQKIgoaGbin61iqzYODnX6hyvgLaEpVUfllPrisNmTBwbRVkflAoJ5mcjEUxT8elFHRAcVIMOznBe3nR_hRc_zRUslREHmSk9/s4000/riverRock03.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQXuSjuFLPQQ_Rq0I7nKmkyI69vTwp7V2Bdz1VF-KMFIdgGgD5fJoGHtNdIkZEJOFMy5s3d-n_7_t_qSLTfHGBsVemQKIgoaGbin61iqzYODnX6hyvgLaEpVUfllPrisNmTBwbRVkflAoJ5mcjEUxT8elFHRAcVIMOznBe3nR_hRc_zRUslREHmSk9/s320/riverRock03.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>tribal rhythm falls into gallows somehow when trust is forsaken</p><p>the love that is lost forks us, separates and creates spaces</p><p>dire love for what my eyes once bled for</p><p>im sincere in this tiresome, slow motion blink that my eyes marvel for</p><p>ellipses are a pause, each. step. of. the. way. to wake the fuck up </p>menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-27312359218663830102020-09-24T23:36:00.002-07:002022-12-26T14:47:44.327-08:00bloodletting my eyes<div style="text-align: left;">all i continue to see has such sharp and swift surgery, slicing the scenes before me into a cinema of hate where optic nerves scribble between twitching and see loss of love, hope and rhyme amongst us all..</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">the balance of what was....is now of fire</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">dreams are screams filled with anger</div><div style="text-align: left;">teaching the art of rage rather than inform, planting thoughts which root a way towards growth</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">so long is so much longer in minds where love is lost....hope is tearing deeper into that vision when focus swings towards a blur, hosts are hosting such lure</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">direction-bound remains lifeless and a flood of wrong doings continues this ship filled with bilge, to stagger and drag direction deep into drudgery, simply bound by what we all fight against</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEqPicG6gfl4OGO_U__x_XYZceQwqiNNDmEzuw6UCTECBDKJFh3EC-UCYWzJgeznSpprotIll2I2sV8DuNx0VWWw8Kp6tvA-zW3nGxhrOJTBxYK3_sX7YDDhCkOdBpggXv8peHnaFTFpemauYsTru6qth-kh9tJ_78refq1eNunsMfWW9hIbx4Y-Yn/s800/Klootchy02.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="450" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEqPicG6gfl4OGO_U__x_XYZceQwqiNNDmEzuw6UCTECBDKJFh3EC-UCYWzJgeznSpprotIll2I2sV8DuNx0VWWw8Kp6tvA-zW3nGxhrOJTBxYK3_sX7YDDhCkOdBpggXv8peHnaFTFpemauYsTru6qth-kh9tJ_78refq1eNunsMfWW9hIbx4Y-Yn/s320/Klootchy02.jpeg" width="180" /></a></div>i walk my eyes each day, as i know alone, i dont know, but i am blurred to much of the world, clearing published smoke remains a task, yet brooms can only sweep disturbed dirt so thick, married with air....scrape my mouth with hand, check my mind, rake my eyes of film....underneath, we've been forced to breach surface after drowned by some forced form of death...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Obn9i9xmlf-PIdvmnF98IE0pcdgmanyPLZYwyViMU-0SLv40qPl7vKZwyQ4L8eH7rIOcFL-pCKGl_uTW_e6ygCh6oxs22CN1te_9D5WokOQryXDC_nM9HSVRy8DvBLx_uvmKwe3fczjskSkFQcNjewzsBVvlmdPSjRLGlfaqsZevDR9eCaSjqgVm/s320/stubbBarberChairTrail01.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>into stem, into branch<p></p><p>anchoring to tree</p><p>threading through borders of bark<br /></p><p>devoured by sky yet nourished by groundwater as it searches</p><p>barricades exist</p><p>so what.....flow, vibe, pulse </p><p>begin your own rhythm...embody what you're told impossible</p><p>frail from weary seasons of these deeper hours weakens the body and stretches the soul eyes at will and at first and at long stare strings----brings together strength and the 'to come next'</p><p>bring your mind back to root.......and become........the force of next</p>menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-82827763143600018602020-04-09T21:15:00.001-07:002022-06-18T17:54:39.154-07:00dear mehthis not so new found foe that sits upon a pedestal posing as friend within me<br />
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i look outside when the sun shines, yet i freeze, draw a cold air in, and my eyes wince, with brittle lashes....frozen, somehow<br />
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lift my head as if to imagine making my own sun shine above, to glare upon my face, far above this icy land below<br />
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what bears down on me is blinding, but not warm, nor hot, not anything within mother nature<br />
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there is a covering, smothering effect shielding my vision to what was once...once carries a distance of possibilities and once is now seemingly lost in the complicated folds of this blinding curtain called uncertainty<br />
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moments, upon moments happen, where I engage, then drift<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYkvsSfFi45H2emdCgvbTsks3vTRJHpV1FWMCfkgvtElYn5p7lzERvgqLmV14iGbR8fvAZRtAYIabtjp2xKiPW6TmfPXBGHrxTk2CWYiiQKc9JyrVPUMMjTXrTvA-BHJGhfE9AX7SOHnbF-6gh6PBJUmOdsElnbGc9-ZIPdPy1_JbZHKCXdqDTBFc/s4000/riverRock01.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYkvsSfFi45H2emdCgvbTsks3vTRJHpV1FWMCfkgvtElYn5p7lzERvgqLmV14iGbR8fvAZRtAYIabtjp2xKiPW6TmfPXBGHrxTk2CWYiiQKc9JyrVPUMMjTXrTvA-BHJGhfE9AX7SOHnbF-6gh6PBJUmOdsElnbGc9-ZIPdPy1_JbZHKCXdqDTBFc/s320/riverRock01.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
the yearning, the desire to accomplish and move forward is powerful and commanding<br />
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the continued stare in this direction holds its ground, momentum never comes, the gears continue their start then stall<br />
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looking to wisdom, and experience, why cant meh be overcome with such tools? this first question mark should be a symbol of progress, a real question and not a declaration, vaguely presented during a statement of defeat<br />
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somehow, there is a hovering defeat, always looming and dark, suffocating the walk towards that door out, creating a lock, before you even reach the handle in hopes of turning it round...<br />
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<br />menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-14138093201976798452017-01-15T03:48:00.002-08:002022-04-29T16:29:44.447-07:00lofty eyes...the life of all rhythm comes from wonder....the underbelly of stance is no matter..foothold is not a step in any direction...it, plants...slipping away, as if to sketch your feelings on pavement is a method to skate into tomorrow...waltz, a force of pattern...why not surf in directions that curve? a new dance has you...thinking...wondering...the air is different and takes the eye of the clouds to bless your vision...these love lost steps.....into a new rhythm....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv-XT5-YITNbFn8iOAz5XLsOablaPgZTHM90mSv-78vy-Ae-HGiPzni0WEqYyTqeCn37ABBVJv-9dYPFw6BjBREc0jA18zaaiZocsF0-ZQhwRBQJQZP1qMLY-AAzffN-KrtQXdZLqXvWQoVRwRo7suUI18TO1O4qSVEHLYuxPJA11gki3ZJ8StkimG/s3264/mengLeaf.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv-XT5-YITNbFn8iOAz5XLsOablaPgZTHM90mSv-78vy-Ae-HGiPzni0WEqYyTqeCn37ABBVJv-9dYPFw6BjBREc0jA18zaaiZocsF0-ZQhwRBQJQZP1qMLY-AAzffN-KrtQXdZLqXvWQoVRwRo7suUI18TO1O4qSVEHLYuxPJA11gki3ZJ8StkimG/s320/mengLeaf.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br />menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-4543736866572642812016-11-08T14:29:00.004-08:002022-06-18T17:58:48.595-07:00walk alongthe stare of you drives the dark in me...<br />
you remark......a mark<br />
a scar within clouds<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4JvoSzy5XZ5oKYHZXD09PQ4-RCsk-1ZQyy1vLTIw7F6PPubW1uEdpmwjcvb08oqQAT3h8HNimctNUyojqgiUDBBHfwFqdBg97_luwdmCC2vM3-aDOTTlW08cFU2oURRVOqMKar_hjpH3troLtelBFXjPaAIPOUwfuHXbopILRW2Q0QXv4Ofit9AWg/s2016/riverRock02.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1128" data-original-width="2016" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4JvoSzy5XZ5oKYHZXD09PQ4-RCsk-1ZQyy1vLTIw7F6PPubW1uEdpmwjcvb08oqQAT3h8HNimctNUyojqgiUDBBHfwFqdBg97_luwdmCC2vM3-aDOTTlW08cFU2oURRVOqMKar_hjpH3troLtelBFXjPaAIPOUwfuHXbopILRW2Q0QXv4Ofit9AWg/w400-h292/riverRock02.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>fellow rhythm and floating<div>a floor can crash...seed some love</div><div>tomorrow remains imagination</div><div><br /><br /></div></div>menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-51560206446957767382016-06-12T10:18:00.008-07:002022-07-13T17:21:17.332-07:00Edge...<div class="MsoNormal"><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">walking a hallway</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">with walls as dark as earth</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tesanto’s eyes bled with rhythm</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">awaiting each step……so cautiously placed with gentle affair</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">this oaken floor cracked, with a thirst to speak<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">an intruder was near </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">the darkness was venom....flooding and drowning any line of sight<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">if only a glimpse.....could draw the moon.....through taunt windows</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">a path could open</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">i could cut to the chase<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">carry the worry of this rhythm in stride</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">brave and demanding<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tesantos buried emotions in this.....line of thought, this situation... and plodded forward</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">no longer caring about the floor</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">where boards chattered and spoke uncertainty<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">a stir off in in the dining room</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">a breezing curtain</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">swaying awkward amidst its intended stare down<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tesantos approached</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">a now open window</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">granted with the most faint street light </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">enough to squint through but not focus on</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">not enough to focus on and understand the blurred meaning behind<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">one last step forward</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">a trembling peel of the wandering drapery.....at windows edge</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tesantos saw a shadows wisdom as short breath brought a brief wheezing to the air</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">a door to somewhere else was exposed<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><span style="font-family: arial;">this was its waltz, within a room</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><span style="font-family: arial;">an ending…</span></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: small; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: 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menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-36102256133805438662016-04-25T16:30:00.004-07:002016-04-25T16:30:13.577-07:00safer in danger....menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-24399097567970670712016-04-23T11:50:00.002-07:002016-04-23T11:50:37.866-07:00lift a hand, close a fistthis will tell itself....menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-86024318228098436102016-04-22T22:52:00.001-07:002016-04-23T00:33:17.615-07:00her evershe longs then feels loss...she breaks me down<br />
her soul questions mine<br />
why she just breaks me this way<br />
her ever just works me into a sad space<br />
the hurt was there and she knew it all to well<br />
I walk with this....today....<br />
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what I hear from her heart is disturbance....is it me or is it her?<br />
Ive fought for existence...all in failure....left for dead thoughtsmenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-2251593569427052712016-04-04T20:07:00.003-07:002016-04-04T20:08:52.916-07:00a venture of must...pure lost escape.....<br />
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i missed this in my life..........and now, i desiremenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-31797087131554658532015-08-29T19:13:00.001-07:002015-08-30T10:05:28.815-07:00Depth...The depth of never sends what we all hope to turn a blind eye to<br />
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Love tells all that nature builds, grows....remarkable</div>
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When learning about what is possible, the mind roots</div>
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Eyes can choose to see or blink then wonder underneath</div>
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There is wisdom where we walk</div>
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Take life in hand, clasp and discover....feet move in all directions...direct them...</div>
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Balance, moon and shooting stars...land on a new planet, one where legions dreamed on..that begins anew....</div>
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On return, should this be, as the old world comes home, the tiresome journey is worth task....its rewarding with the rhythm knowledge brings, and every call returns a voice...familiar and inviting....the love once known...</div>
menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-13018671930196387402015-08-03T10:10:00.001-07:002022-04-27T13:16:49.917-07:00rhythms poet<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizDdgbbF_BC5iors9oTuOo6Qj2JLtVL6-ClPdCTESgMk-eVkkSJyBNSlIFa3LVJw26FuvPO2wTb66qGZqQGhL513JsDkmEP6r207nG-Hznq8KQBha-nOC0vpn1luOkpwZ5myQQRjNP2vhQs7vFP8beqo7ve7j71GtQ9ZXfx7Zo1DOVeF9ZA_eg5qcp/s2048/drawing%20in%20the%20sand.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizDdgbbF_BC5iors9oTuOo6Qj2JLtVL6-ClPdCTESgMk-eVkkSJyBNSlIFa3LVJw26FuvPO2wTb66qGZqQGhL513JsDkmEP6r207nG-Hznq8KQBha-nOC0vpn1luOkpwZ5myQQRjNP2vhQs7vFP8beqo7ve7j71GtQ9ZXfx7Zo1DOVeF9ZA_eg5qcp/w200-h150/drawing%20in%20the%20sand.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>to capture, every glance of breath</div>
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to breath, that which has left</div>
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to waltz a last very labored and awkward step</div>
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to wander paths less kept</div>
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to trickle down the words off tongue</div>
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to love, to give, to believe in happiness......<br /></div>
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endless...are tides....rise and size the world for your longing......tomorrow wings just that, along....love and belong where vacancy spills for you.....</div>
menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-57714367214470275572013-11-29T04:48:00.004-08:002022-10-03T18:17:48.150-07:00silence...<span face="lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 15.4531px; white-space: pre-wrap;">my silence
from not seeing</span></span><div><span face="lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 15.4531px; white-space: pre-wrap;">from not setting</span></span></div><div><span face="lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 15.4531px; white-space: pre-wrap;">not wanting my set</span></span></div><div><span face="lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 15.4531px; white-space: pre-wrap;">landing her direction</span></span></div><div><span face="lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 15.4531px; white-space: pre-wrap;">such weather calms the waves within my tongue...
her swell falls, draws, the sand closer</span></span></div><div><span face="lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 15.4531px; white-space: pre-wrap;">grounds with my darkness in each of, and....every days end forecast....
my own possibility of catching a moon glowing down and surrounding my feeble sun</span></span></div><div><span face="lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 15.4531px; white-space: pre-wrap;">it has begun
the speak of her motion stalls</span></span></div><div><span face="lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 15.4531px; white-space: pre-wrap;">tides scrape bloody sand out to sea...gone.....yet aware...
that watered and salty blood creates a new line</span></span></div><div><span face="lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 15.4531px; white-space: pre-wrap;">born from struggle...one strong...right...without riddle......</span></span></div><div><span face="lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 15.4531px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 15.4531px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8waec4wtjAA9qQLyKFtXyLCSX4TX69BAD1_jcgNhn-eFMxWwjLl6r5dq-fhxOa7NEJBB3GDjiAGxiuBaoDcfWkosnclhIUFjhGJcJg1aO3Q3sAjFIpDR5-7Lik7KXGDqhRL_yT4wDtxdAouGx-sjhtD04R1cAiUJmY7ygXWGalGBxuLo_zQbeoM0/s4032/PXL_20220925_192408892.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8waec4wtjAA9qQLyKFtXyLCSX4TX69BAD1_jcgNhn-eFMxWwjLl6r5dq-fhxOa7NEJBB3GDjiAGxiuBaoDcfWkosnclhIUFjhGJcJg1aO3Q3sAjFIpDR5-7Lik7KXGDqhRL_yT4wDtxdAouGx-sjhtD04R1cAiUJmY7ygXWGalGBxuLo_zQbeoM0/w360-h640/PXL_20220925_192408892.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br />
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</div>menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-33673524507865947152013-11-10T03:54:00.003-08:002022-10-03T18:16:19.956-07:00shine.....<span style="font-family: Tahoma; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; widows: 2;">i love the last rites we sung true, through.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6t-DswhW-ELD2a82YgtD4UhTSUCglNBU6MotNNmH8Rs1Ji44iSV8axyi6he2NmBjrE0V8YgqqXVocC0x8HpL2tHAZTAPJET7mVvBcqMW7-eAEwZX8xKJILa-udi79vGm-n-ok2VOzqj53NEryegvArieH5wlp-hR9LqeYpjSgQM4kaZSaDNsHgs9M/s4032/PXL_20221002_170019439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6t-DswhW-ELD2a82YgtD4UhTSUCglNBU6MotNNmH8Rs1Ji44iSV8axyi6he2NmBjrE0V8YgqqXVocC0x8HpL2tHAZTAPJET7mVvBcqMW7-eAEwZX8xKJILa-udi79vGm-n-ok2VOzqj53NEryegvArieH5wlp-hR9LqeYpjSgQM4kaZSaDNsHgs9M/w360-h640/PXL_20221002_170019439.jpg" width="360" /></a></div></span><div style="font-family: Tahoma; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; widows: 2;">kinda wondering if this was you...<br />
or is this my own due....</div>
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last breath...<br />
a star which meets crashing death..</div>
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tomorrows crew...set to carry in cattle.....</div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; widows: 2;">sweep the worn out grass...perhaps<br />
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i long and wonder at waters edge.....</div><div>drowned, soggy knuckles crawl the sand up to...<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">me..</span></div>
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i loved and stared of course, on course, much, more....troubled.....</div>
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this one....</div>
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sullen...</div>
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soul...</div>
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caught..<br />
me.<br />
just in time</div>
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she blinked in my time, she looked at what I found funny....a few steps before mine</div>
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the type of person...you wonder about</div>
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there remains this mystery about her and I...<br />
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which makes me sigh...<br />
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always lost inside...<br />
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her head, which, between our seams.....so small...and scrutinized....inside..........<br />
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Im unaware......</div>
menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-9568006720696448912013-10-26T10:37:00.003-07:002022-06-11T17:06:30.229-07:00reasons....<div><span style="font-family: verdana;">
why i leave myself....i talk, and blur words as i combine my eyes then star-gaze at thoughts, lacking rhythm and context.....
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i cant connect to what i know is before me...this future ahead...</span></div>
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the melody in my timing is simple and wonderful, melancholy and meaningful .....i question though, this mirror as it reflects me.....where does his image resonate from....</span></div>
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floating above, along.......the line of my sight straightens and slowly tips towards an approaching ground....</span></div>
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as the smell of soil works its way up to my breath.....i read a treasure hungry map....</span></div>
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tomorrow might not measure the same....for now, i vest my interest in what treads before me......</span></div>
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as the sun begins to set it discourages mine to rise...encouraged to burst, flatten, scorch....lay waste to the land ahead....this future in mine.....that is what the telling mirror said......god?</span></div>
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menghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17637562430049822640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629591885645952379.post-19525749548496428782013-09-08T07:59:00.000-07:002013-09-08T08:08:00.825-07:00 ....envelope ....<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">this letter had such wings....for what it became....such ramble, such worn flesh........<br style="orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; widows: 2;" />i barely blink before rhythm rifles through emotions far and.....away....something someone only wants, when they yearn to be spelled out to....<br />feathers are wanting to ruffle but there seems to be nothing more than a downward spiral...as if strapped together....<br />im biting down, as each day, grants, its pass.....a look ahead just warrants my stare...common and lovely with itself but common kills my head<br />the bloody lies of a killer...feel the same to me....searching for the mark, which makes me a man....why lie and froth amongst my thoughts....<br />so hard to leave or step outside one's self.....jumping back into loathing is so vicious......a vile current lost from hope and starved.....</span><br />
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