#solemn thoughts

[jayflmng]

ill begotten

Go ahead and leave,

But think before you walk through those doors,

Because the second you do,

I'm rebuilding from the ceilings to the floors

Never once will I fall back,

Always will I shoulder the weight of my world,

Until my bones break,

Not even when my legs have become curled,

Death an easy escapade,

With which to formulate a sever from the chord,

Life a simple sacrifice,

The price one so staggering I simply cannot afford,

The memoirs of a thief,

One who only became so from others ill intent,

Must devise a plot,

Stuck like a rat in a maze trying to find the circumvent.

[atsoraasayoma]

Living life I grow more detached from everything. It's not indifference. It's just noticing the gaps in the joy others have and the forthrightness to express it.

[atsoraasayoma]

I don't know what this is. I've felt a melody playing in my mind from a dream more than 20 years ago. Today I went to a place on business and it resonated with the location in my dream. I thought to myself is this where my life has been leading?

It felt like I was going towards my own burial chamber as if someone had prepared it just for me. And I walked as if I had been called to it. I was anxious and leery of everything but vindicated.

The memory that lingered as if guiding me somewhere, haunting my subconscious mind swaying my thoughts as life passes like a blur...

...I feel like I'll close my eyes and no longer be here. No, I'll realize everything is passing by and will be gone when a breath is swallowed by the air.

I'm possessed by a need to preserve and provide and my vision shifts ever so like I am on a carousel.

I stand still and the world moves.

But from time to time I'll forget I am even here. I am witnessing all things struggle to survive, to have purpose, in dusk and dawn.

I am a dreamer in a dream and I am aware of myself. But as I see this life around me it is as if I am no longer in it.

The world is still turning on its axis. And my mind is drifting as it turns, the cogs of a clock churning out this same dirge. The world does not spin around and around. It rotates slowly the angles syncing with my vision.

Fading in and out. Passing me by. I am nowhere.

I am somewhere in the flow of the notes beckoning me towards an end without knowing where I am going.

So if I close my eyes the world is dark and moving. and yet one day, I know that I will open them once more, and find everything is as it was before, with no trace of myself left behind.

[i-lavabean]

I just read the poem "Strange Fruit" for the first time after reading a blurb about Billie Holiday and let me tell you, it sticks with you. As it should. We can never forget the horrors that those full of hatred and racism perpetrated against black people in America. And when that hatred is still present, still visible today the poem serves as a harsh reminder, rebuke, and lament. Honor all those lost to hatred and racial violence, don't forget.

[meeshowofficial-blog]

Being any kind of happy is better than being miserable about someone you can’t have.