A solitary walk in a nature trail can feel so energizing while alone
  A solidary walk through a crowded campus and through a long crowded hall while alone can feel so draining and lonely
In the first instance captivated by the beauty of nature
In the second instance the time seems to drag by while surrounded by anxiety

A SIN, MANY YEARS OF SILENCE.
SEEN SIN SINCE, OUTSIDE NOT WITHIN,
FOR WITHIN SELDOM SIN,
OR "SHELFESS SIN",
SET SCENE, SOLIDARY SELDOM.

dizziness tingled awkwardly,
paralyzing sensitive intellect.

distraction converted
concealing misfortune,
into a fictitious hangover.

a walking mannequin
trespassed,
finding her finishing line
celebrating
solidary celebration.

golden ribbon recognized,
personal sacrifices.

flames of bygones,
melted the wax
of her artificial persona.

stripped and naked
of artificial disguises,

she discovered
remaining lifeless,

was the only gateway,
within her personal orbit.

she held onto artifacts,
that depleted her artistry.

yet she stood
steadity and imperfectly,
in a spell that would forever
consume her sanity.

Oh, you beautiful escape...
You reckon me back to life
Your sway echoes along the drafts
I'm complete when you're falling.

Each drop that falls,
Is a calling back to reality.
Witch stroke of wind,
Supports my dreams and caries my hopes.

Oh, you beautiful landscape...
Bring me into normality,
Shake my foundations,
make me smile through hard days.

Your images afloat my horizon,
And It's easier everyday,
Cause everything will get better,
When nature is pure and touchable.

Oh, you beautiful world...
Don't you ever change,
Keep holding hands, hold unto sacred love.
Live between solidary and reality.

Preserve humanity as the last resource,
To keep escapes and landscapes alive.

Down the river, I sink

Bleeding my tears

Mingling with the stream

Seeking a fountain

Of another world

I scream

I cry

I am deflated

I am exhausted


Curled up in fibers

Soft carpet, lining

Edges of a hallway

You come closer and beckon

Solidary merged

Into cement walls

We linger

We dream in a sense

Comforted by one another

It's there but we can't notice it,
Eating up solidary minds,
Ain't empty...
Though full of answers,
Makes feel alone even in a crowd,
People call him "nerd",
Though they know it.....
Speech is silver,
Silence is golden,
Makes feel the untouchable,
He smiles but screams his soul out,
Determination,power, ambitions, courage,
Live in the grave of words to him,
So he's writing out silence,
Cause words from from the heart are hard,
But from the soul are harder,
Silence feels like the right mask,
Always golden!

Not a believer,

humanist, or socialist --


just solidary.