What a wonderful worldA Poem by Moonie
I have seen but a few days,
but I can interpret inverted omens; I recognize the injustice of infirmity, and the denouncement of innocence; how the body becomes a hole for worms to slither through, how the soul becomes an abyss of nightmares and entrapment. I know the smell of lifeless blood, and of ghost breaths still clinging to hope, the emptiness that comes with accepting your own demise, how drugs only make love to vanity when misfortune befalls. I know how fruitless is faith in the face of adversity, how mindless is the proclivity of awaiting a divine intervention. But I'm also aware of the laws of restoration- the panacea for the liberation from this concrete world, of sacred kaleidoscope geometrics of healing, that lie behind the curtains of chaos and pain. I have known how to live with intention, and walk on the edge, to play with abandon, and make choices with no regrets. I know that although with time, I may descend into nothingness, aliquots of me shall be infinitely immortal within this timeless landscape, living on, as pieces within people and places whom I touched in life. © 2020 MoonieAuthor's Note
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Added on March 5, 2020Last Updated on April 5, 2020 AuthorMoonieAboutIf you're a dreamer, come in If you're a dreamer, a wisher, a liar A hope er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer, If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin .. more..Writing
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