All ties to the past
Thoughts
Who we were
Last month,
Last year,
In high school
College
The most beautiful thing about life
is we can wake up
Be a new person,
It just takes effort
Let your past serve you
Instead of enslave you
Sometimes we return
But each day
We earn the chance to
Get on the swings
Kick out our legs
And push towards
Somewhere
Someone
Something
Brighter
Brand new
My hands at my back
Pushing me
Ever
Higher
A science fiction/erotica series about the limits of personal freedom, desire and technology.
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The interplay exists
Energy never dying
A matter of adjustment
To what is
Over what it would be
Stood with you
Without missing my path
Offering safety
Without expectation
My attention unseen
But omniscient
Seeing the play of you
Warm
Cold
Sharp
Soft
Hard
Ching Su kisses
All of it
Just play and I will stand watch
Until you rest against me
A twinkling star
In my sky
See past it all
Diving into an ocean of self
Without getting wet
But soaked in the flow
Strength without need
Supple to the breeze
Accepting of the wind
And the glory was mine
A quiet coronation
And a kingdom to care for
Territory maintained
Secret caverns open to the invited
And so, today,
I ruled in peace
Won battles without drawing blood
Sit with me,
Share your victories today,
I will listen with
The warmest interest
Without flinching in fear
Or need
reviewing books
you’ve never read
dancing about architecture
how do some people
presume to judge
what they’ll never experience
people can intellectualise
but imagination can be fragile
against the roaring storm
which lives within
the burning libido
how culture speaks to a dominance
better attributed to the individual
than the group
but once you reach into
the rough, dark places
see the beast within you
and how action is the antidote
to chaos and how it chokes your
Battle cries
you see the tightly closed
lips, defeated expressions
yet still they walk
so I make eye contact
smile and nod
i see you
brother
we’re all marching somewhere
and by helping myself
i can help you
man or woman
if you recognise we are not
monsters anymore than
our capacity
to be so
but see the glory I exude
like winter sunlight
bright
hard
rapacious as your pupils
dilate before my glory
some sublime alchemy
of bad habits
being overcome
alongside positive
attitude
undiminished and honed
so a man
and all it entails
look to me
in the chaos
find me
stoic buddha
loving bear
ten feet tall
made of diamond
shining bright
like winter sunlight
bright
hard
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