Insofar

Insulated in simple
Love of tomorrow in effect
Something rather than nothing
The everything we speak of

Expression incarnate
Absolute solstice
Eternal influence
To speak of

Instant reality
Separate mortality
Cyclic inspiration
Sordid desperation

Brilliance

What makes us immortal?
With its seductive allure
With its stone-like gaze

Why do we ask for everything?
With its promise of nothing
With its death-like gaze

When makes us tomorrow?
With its promise
With its everything

Where is the immortal?
With its illumination
With its determination

How can brilliance be defined?
With its wistful smile
With its warm embrace

Just One

The beauty of tomorrow
The echo of yesterday

It’s over

Sometimes is nothing

The itch of today is gone
The reality is over

In that moment
In that single inseparable moment

We only have one
In that single moment
It is everything we have

This Complicated Life

The inexplicable rides herd with me
It rides me into the dark gray mist
It forces me to tell the tale
Of the lost and found amiss

The reach of a hand extended
The picture of a perfect connection
Stalwart grounds of no illusion
The epitome of respect

An epic war without bounds
Many battles afoot with zeal
Countless lives lost today
The inexorable moments

Truth fashioned like a sword
The hilt of golden knowledge
The blood-red blade
Righteous fury every single day

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Empty Lines

be still
feel the moment
the currents
the light

starlight picture
standing tall
in the dark
beyond the light

black becomes grey
white becomes grey
the beauty in the middle

no lines insight
no borders to see
no white or black
no division of whole

only the swirl
the mixture
the empty canvas
I can see