State of being

When you stop fighting
Against the opposition
Inevitably

You are bound to realize
Inner tranquility

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Caught


Even when you’re the subject of quarry
There’s always two sides of a story
Found deep in the canyon of thoughts
Where you become disoriented and lost

Adrenaline flows; lashing out in spite
Fight or flight; from morning to night
Two wrongs make it right; a logical fallacy
Resulting in madness from the certainty

A rockslide of emotion caused by failure
Gives way to a notion belonging to nature
Taking its course thru silent destruction
Alienation serves as soul survival function

The luck you’ve got, know it’s not for naught
Between the sun & moon you find yourself caught

Beach day 🏖


I remember going to the beach
And how we stayed up all night packing
As if we were going for week

Loaded everything up in the car
Sans the kitchen sink on little to no sleep
Pulling out in the dark, yet it wasn’t far

Arriving while the tide was still high
The fog breathed heavy, fast asleep
As I shivered with blue and purple thighs

We set up camp at the waters edge
Wrapped in blankets waiting for the heat
Making a claim on premium stead