White

Miserable me–

facets of me,

dispersed into an array of droplets. 

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Peace Rose

Thoughts of humanity stir inside of me.

‘Perception’
Let’s spell it out.

I dare say is the sword that slays others.

Profanity- ever produced by ill thoughts.

‘Ego’

Let’s spell it out.

I am this, I am not that.
I surpass thee.
It has been decided.

Who are you?

I am the warrior inside that holds the light
that is tender,
and is never invasive.

What do you see?
I see everything.

How do you see it?
I see it as a a mirage of a filtered mass.

Each lens is catered to the individual’s experience.
Do you see it my way?

Meet me in the middle and gain a perspective,
that only we can secure through understanding and a listening ear.

C o v e r    y o u r    e y e s .

Listen and feel.

Curtains

“Blue as the sky, my heart pumps anxious beats of alkaline.
Furrowed brow, hardened eyes, tapping of the fingers.

I stand adjacent to the wealth of the future.

Right hand out, reaching, grasping at the sunlight.

I look at the structure of my fingers

and all the haphazard lines intertwining all on my palm.

“How many times have I done this?”

Quickly, I look up in astonishment and no longer shaken.

These eyes wander in a half circle then quickly shut.

Wind gracefully licks my skin.

Both arms out; wide as a bear.

Willow tree grounded; legs planted.

Flowers blooming in my chest, a fire was lit

and the curtains opened. ” – Dominique Chantel Blaske