Positivity never expires

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Now as these pinpricks stricken more deeply
A defense measure can actually harm us;

If it discovers the internal root of a scream
There will be more gashes upon turning cheek.

The only treasure which shall remain hidden
Is buried panic yielded from perplexing dreams,

As the heart reels in its own out-of-body experience
...Since being left flat lined in such a revolt.

How does this happen? Those overdosing on boredom
May ask, but unchallenged spectators needn't know

Of the silence, becoming another Sonoran ambush
As Diamondback's hiss leaves the nomadic in a daze

Under deserted sky, straddling massive dunes with
Nothing more than torn shirt on their back

And an imperfect equilibrium, which the discredited
Often rely. Those double-crossed by another's words

Have no advice to share, while breaking the rules
That must comply. Never leave something positive

Unfinished before being cordially invited~ to expire.

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Retelling a fairytale

After Sexton:


Fairest Cinderella
And that charming prince
(A regular set of Bobbsey twins)
Lived out their lives they've claimed
...Happily ever after.
Like two antiques in a lacquered museum displaycase
Never to be bothered again by menial dust
Nor the fragmentary of modern indifference.
Their darling smirks pasted on for eternal bliss,
Metamorphosed  by fairytale smooch...
Some may concur as a newfangled luxury.
Never arguing over the same outlandish story twice
Is how not to portray this far-fetched romance.
The retelling of such fables
Keeps a young maiden's mind active
And gives poets~ other vulgar reasons for ribaldry.

Understanding

Raindrops never care to stay
or clouds just drifting on by
nor will raindrops let you touch them
as they arch upon azure sky.

A waterfall is never still
nor the leaves in late autumn season
or wind bending marsh grass down
which gives no apparent reason.

Our footsteps trod along paths
Beneath the azul canopy of sky,
for man has shown by living in
accordance, the real reasoning of why.

Travel far for weary friend
with nature's careful planning,
touch the supple petals of the soul
then wait for sensible understanding.


Thanks for reading.

Counting upon an endless repetition

Now splashing are these seafaring afterthoughts,
As my fragile heart... remains buoyant within its own
Vastness of bittersweet and arrogant devotion.

(Surge of currents... pull me out of lifeguard's reach)

I've grown fond of this seashell stretch of coastline,
Visibly attached to dreams of shimmering immensity
As our `Rockaway surrenders to the Atlantic ocean.

When my mindset isn't sailing through doldrums,
This heart beats like incoming trickles of waves from
Horizon, till closer to my shore's physical commotion.

Then all shifts, as does white sand `neath wriggling toes,
Holding unsteady in a curved position, but jouyous still...
Blessed to experience a serene moment of endless repetition.


Rockaway is a beach in New York City.
Thanks for reading.