Sometimes I feel
I'm the last living soul
Am I here with others
Or am I really alone?
Did I die a few months ago?
Am I in purgatory?
Reliving the same days,
Each task like a memory.
Is it disassociating -
Or is it acceptance in disguise?
Can you be alive
But long ago died?
Am I walking?
Am I talking?
Am I trapped as a being?
Am I a half blind chick,
In the land of the seeing?
Is my breath still warm,
Or am I covered in dirt?
Expelling a cold sigh
As I decompose in earth?
Was I ever here?
Did my life subside?
Or is each happy memory just a memory of lies?
Am I trapped in a netherzone
Where I'm both hungry and empty -
Where gentle presuppose is just interpretations of envy?
Am I the main character
Of pop-up cut-out personalities;
Or do I exist in static screen realities?
When the scene cuts to commercial,
Do I disappear?
Am I peddling a product of life and ideals?
I'll catch an eye of a stranger
Who sees as I see,
And percieve his perception of our lives so clear -
Am I a figment
or did you see me?
Did we hold ourselves too high -
Like tides
on the non-existent sea?
Am I perceivable to the naked eye?
Or am I caught on the breath,
Of someone else's sigh?
Can you hear me??
Am I really here??
If I'm writing on the Empty,
Is there still Fear?
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Lay your head down, my dear,
Feel each tendril connected of your earthen hair
Lay a bed for yourself on the forest floor
Thrive abundance of the glory of nature;
Evermore
Let yourself rest upon its tressles
The king of forests invites you to dine
To follow your heart
and tread barefoot
Through each turning in the pace of time
Be tender to yourself, my darling,
Allow yourself to breathe.
You are a being of blessed
And measures of company
And wonder through your footsteps
Retrace and recreate
For you're sacred,
You're divine
It's not bound to decree
Your blissful energy
Cannot be measured
There is no One
Or chosen to chose,
Or chosen to choose
There is no choice
But a sigh of yourself -
No one can take that away;
No practise, no ardent belief,
No Knowing, no Blessed
No religion or creed
No way is invalid,
And in you I trust.
Lay your head down on the earth, my sweet,
Wreath flowers in your hair,
Put your hands through green,
Breathe in the touch of who you are
And who had once been.
Breathe the forest; breathe the air
Feel it deep in your lungs,
Like you're not really there.
And let it all go;
Sensory demeanour
Let it all sigh-
Let it all breathe-
Let it shake you down to your core
Know that you are of nature
Know that you are You
That you are the You that you might know-
But who you might be too
Warm yourself here;
And live on the breeze -
Lay your head down, darling,
Beneath the flowers, and the trees
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