Keeping Up with the Current – A poem.

Creative Writing

Lying here like a rock under current

Anxieties of today, tomorrow, and yesterday gently sweep over me

like a sparkling golden water blanket.

Always sliding forward. Moving fast and noisily into the deep silent blue beyond.

A rock lying on it’s back looking up into the sun rays.

As sea foam fizzles off the sand.

Rock belly bottom.

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Clear Blue Saturday – A poem.

Creative Writing

being one in the many makes me feel alive
riding trains and getting lost in the sea of faces as each cell host passes by
engulfed into this membrane of unity-not fully unified- but together we ride the veins that feed this life
this backdrop behind me with pure raw vibe…alone it stands.
alone we stand.stand and deliver the image of what we want to happen today.
against pillars and posts
hiding out in a shadowy host
we remember today as the sad feelings of tomorrow
what is the still mind in a moving box?
transporting itself back to the center
we ride trains into the tunnels of our minds. hide out for the day and listen to the drops echo in high resonance splash into the emptiness with an opaque sound on the mind’s peace.
we pulse around continuously
where and when can we rest? and even then, can we?
like a vacuum to my stress, i venture out of the city to regain the confidence.
take this day like a lark. take this day like a plunge.