Confucius Rising

Confucius Rising


Peace is a lie there is only confrontation  The affirmation of a failed negotiation brought on by the experimentation in your loss of cohabitation...being alone, what is it really?  The loss of life in a woman that was to be your wife, what do you know, you work hard, you build and you grow with the same mission for existence but inevitably must transition to a new diction after you have been repositioned  Finding purpose in a sea of dreams with too much bait while nothing bites your hook, you close your eyes, point inward and look, and have enough emotion to fill a feeling book...where do we go in this sea, we hope to see the dream that we don't know we have and still cannot grasp...its as if wind has passed through our bodies and snatched our soul with it and changed our skin pigment  We  Are  No  More  Like the kings and queens of old we were to bold to think we could be knocked down, then with a smack bam we're out cold...I've even lost my sense of mold rambling in this scroll like I don't know my role, where is the point, where is the meaning...the gleaming response the screaming did not...stop....so here we are...fishing in a sea, of despair, i can't see...but I'm here

Peace is a lie there is only confrontation
The affirmation of a failed negotiation brought on by the experimentation in your loss of cohabitation…being alone, what is it really?
The loss of life in a woman that was to be your wife, what do you know, you work hard, you build and you grow with the same mission for existence but inevitably must transition to a new diction after you have been re-positioned
Finding purpose in a sea of dreams with to much bait while nothing bites your hook, you close your eyes, point inward and look, and have enough emotion to fill a feelings book…where do we go in this sea, we hope to see the dream that we don’t know we have and still cannot grasp…its as if wind has passed through our bodies and snatched our soul with it and changed our skin pigment
We
Are
No
More
Like the kings and queens of old we were to bold to think we could be knocked down, then with a smack bam we’re out cold…I’ve even lost my sense of mold rambling in this scroll like I don’t know my role, where is the point, where is the meaning…the gleaming response the screaming did not…stop….so here we are…fishing in a sea, of despair, i can’t see…but I’m here…

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    jaclynwalker

    You ARE here. Thank God, right. My fav line is “it’s as if wind has passed through our bodies and snatched our soul with it.” Thank you for this poem. 🙂

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