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L Seagull Jul 2017
Where gratitude resides there's no hate
Where mind is present there's no death
L Seagull Jul 2017
Transgressions without
Appologies like heavy bricks
Thrown on a stage
Instead of roses
Smell them and remember
Did I awe an appologie for laughing some time in the past...? Sorry
BTW I don't really want to stone anyone, just a metaphor for my outrage at someone who benefitted from my loyalty giving nothing in return (not that I ever asked for anything except respect) I still stuck around, yet he found not a bit of inner integrity to at least wish me well. Oh well, some people just aren't built for a normal relationship, except therapeutic
L Seagull Jul 2017
He tried to hide his face
In flower blossoms and
Hopeful chants
Fell into the bottomless
Sorrow of a poppy
Hopeless he stood in front of me
I held his face and said:
Look at the profound devastating beauty
Of all that is around you
The love it takes for the world
To procreate and thrive
That is the ultimate meaning
Achieve it in this moment
There is no tomorrow
While my guitar gently weeps
L Seagull Jul 2017
We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago

Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed

I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here
We must have died alone, a long long time ago

Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World
L Seagull Jul 2017
Ego is full of words
Peace is speechless
It has nothing to prove
It accepts pain with a smile
And thanks the Earth
For the gift of feeling
When choosing between acceptance and disillusionment remember the pure state of unknown. Life envelops by some grand scenario. I chose to have faith in it.
L Seagull Jul 2017
Random thoughts like bees in the air
Simple and incoherent I catch them with my tongue
Only to swallow the depth in simplicity wrapper
A silly song on my mind and I hug the
Anxiety for never letting me rest
In and out goes the air and I string myself
Onto it like a bead in the necklace of
Everythingness and i know why I'm here
On this earth
Right now it's to fight the urge to dissociate
Into safe space of my imagination
Where I soak up every degree, every sound, every flavor not feeling
Guilty for taking a break to be the mother
My children deserved to have
On days like these there is not enough food
For my hungry mind except words and books
But I do like the grass stuck between my toes
L Seagull Jul 2017
I am sipping drop by drop whatever comes
This cup of destiny and accident
From this air emerges every cell
Of my body and into the dirt it will decay
In its due time without regrets
What loneliness feels like when held
On the open palm of your mind
Like a black hole unimaginable
Overwhelming hurt composed of illusion
That chains of our minds
Imagining connections
To last longer than lifetime
And into that black hole you will
Fall when you seek the tangible
Image to hold up your name
Emptiness and void
So human so feared yet
So nourishing like your mothers womb
Dark solitary primordial essence
Of absolute peace
Drink it up and let go
Buddhists say unatttachment is the goal. I believe them. Life comes and goes, it's all about experience. I think I saw Hulk Hogan. He's doing that weird thing with his hand. He also wears yellow underpants. Randomness is what it's all about)
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