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i’m in a place so high up

the only thing that is bringing me down is that you’re not here with me

 

– g.c.

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less problem solving, more soul searching

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cling onto the night

for when day comes you must see and face everything

the secrets kept

problems created

at night it is safe for them to be forgotten

our problems tucked safely in our back pockets

guide us through the day

lost without them

incapable of knowing a bright day

without  problems for shade

a world without worry

isn’t even conceivable

if we did ever know such a thing

then we might remember we don’t know anything

nothing is certain

our problems

our world

are not as big as we thought they were

believing that no matter what we try

the life we fantasize will never be tangible

creating problem after problem

attempting to fix something that doesn’t need to be fixed

trying to understand something that doesn’t need to be understood

seeking solutions

to peacefully come to a resolution

we have been trying to fix, understand, change perfection

a rhythmic flowing universe

where change is the only constant

creating problems to give reason to our existence

unaccepting to what is

craving explanation

readily we go blind

denying the truth

that we aren’t as big as we thought we are

neither are our problems

we are far beyond what the mind can conceive

look at the palm of your hand and feel there is nothing more real than you and i

far beyond a body or a mind

and far beyond the problems we constantly seek

 – g.c.

 

my heart dances

from the slightest resemblance of passion

the smallest acts of kindness

and littlest notion of love

 

i have a new rhythm

and i feel invincible

 

– g.c.

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my judgment has shapeshifted into wonder and awe

hateful ignorant emotions

replaced with love, compassion, and empathy

i forgave the scrutinized

and the scrutiny

once due apologies had been graced

judgment vanished

 

forgiveness gave me peace

peace gave me love

 

forgiveness, a remedy – g.c.

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starman,

where did you go?

i am here

right now

far from the truth

hope you’ll inspire me

be the proof of everlasting youth

teach me the language of music

i promise i won’t lose it

my mind won’t blow

it’s impermeable to their products of destruction

their nuclear war brought upon us by corruption

in this world it might be best for me to cover my eyes

become illusively deaf and blind

hearing and vision are the things that hide you and i

i feel each energy and vibration enveloped in one star nation

it can be big and loud

or lie calm and proud

every creature

every feature

it is i

and i it

the center of each universe

infinitely cosmically diverse

dissected in to many views

like David Bowie’s eyes

they’re the ultimate muse

look into them to dilute the confusion

they’re two universes in fusion

the power of the stars

it’s yours

it’s ours

lose or choose

both expressed in classic rock and soulful blues

David Bowie inspired – g.c.

seasons

cropped-img_5503.jpgi want to paint my life,
like the sun paints the sky every morning and every evening,
i want to become enveloped by beauty and glory,
all my own creation,
the people that come into my life and stay,
they’ll be the portraits,
the people you can look at for so long,
you come to know them without speaking.

i’ll paint my worries as the leaves,
so when autumn comes they will all fall away with ease.

ill paint myself as a tree in the winter,
free of all its worries,
yet naked and vulnerable,
completely bare,
unable to hide,
raw and real,
vulnerable to change.

when new ideas begin to bud,
spring comes,
and i will be the flower,
young and new,
reborn,
intrinsically delicate and beautiful,
able to soak in the sun and dance in the rain,
yet prepared for heavy storms.

when summer arrives,
i’ll paint myself as a California flower,
thriving under the heat,
while others cower away.

i’ll paint myself as all the seasons,
always changing,
always room for growth,
always room on the canvas to paint life in a new direction,
no need to worry,
because there is always a new beginning

seasons – Grace Condon