What keeps me up
Late night to morn
Tossing and turning
A voice and promise
I can barely reach
Off on the horizon
Beckoning me close
Though way unclear
Enticingly
Insistant
Month: June 2025
(Art Of Life – Lesfm)
These chords remind me of another song, as well.
(Sleep Token’s “Chokehold”)
One Lock And Key
“Transference is not a game.”
From A Distance
“Non-familiarity allows others to either credit or discredit points of view.”
Trapped In-Time
“I wonder if there will come space for me to develop my musicianship.
I keep having to tighten down – and thus I get locked out of the inner room where I can connect with it.”
“To The Moon”
Luminous Dolphins
Innovative Crow
Dear Alex,
“Well played, my love.”
The Gesture And The Word, Omeleto
Some Days
“Are better than others.”
Happy Wake Up Music
“Hangin’ Out”
“Happy Water Hound”
Elephant Saves Gazelle
Dear Friend,
“I’m rallying.”
Shame
“It makes no sense that I should feel ‘less than’ because I am struggling to regain traction after injuries.”
(My Lovin’ [You’re Never Gonna Get It] – En Vogue)
Shenanigans
“Funny how takers think they can just creep back and take some more.”
I’ve Got This
“Yep. Uh huh. Sure thing. Right.”
Partnership
“Sharing the load of an eviction notice, rather than fighting off panic on one’s own.”
Giving
“It sucks when the reward is pain.”
(Where Are You Now – Lynnic, ItsArias, Joe Farwick)
(Your Heart – Lynnic ft. ItsArius)
(Finding You – Lynnic & Neon Valis)
(All I Need – Forester)
Word Of The Day: Permutation
noun
- a way, especially one of several possible variations, in which a set or number of things can be ordered or arranged.
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Permutation
Separating truth from lies
That society has skewed
Loosey-Goosey
“Increasing client load is degrading structure while attempting to embody capability.”
Subterranean
It takes the right frequency
To permeate boundaries
For perception recieved
To be acknowledged
The Sending
I’m falling into you
No makeup just cracks
On the surface of life
Well striven for
“Pink Honeysuckle”
“That Chair Didn’t Care”
White Raven
Well,
“That’s that – back to my garden.”
Missed Connection
He had distanced for some reason, and the absence of their mind link left a need to feed in her more intense than any thirst for quenching nourishment.
Mind Fu**ery
“It becomes more and more clear how someone really did a thorough number on my once brilliant and innovative sanity.”
Sleep’s Awakening
But then this stages
Future dependency?
For how does one
Revive from coma
Without the kiss
Of promise given?
An exchange of
Life given to life
A bond where two
Fuse close as if one
Captured as moon
Brighter than sun
Hollowed Ground
In order to survive
Death of love lost
It becomes necessary
To no longer inhabit
Aspects of one’s self
That ensured vitality
Without which one
Feels like a zombie
Dearth’s Gloom
There are many types
Of pain in experience
There is emotional
There is physical
There is psychological
And extra-perceptual
But the worst kind is
The burried soul ache
That screams when all
Reactivate without hope
Of what’s been missing
Having entered the room
Without A Match
There are reasons
The door is kept
Sealed shut
And the room
Panel hidden
Dark as a tomb
Bristling
The hunters were farther off now, chasing more easy prey for their trophies.
She had doubled back by secret trails, and now returned to the sounds of resumed joyful bird song, insects flitting, and the light breeze gently brushing along the tall, fluff-seeding grasses.
Yet the emptiness of his absence was profound.
The male wolf had left the region.
She growled low under her breath at how she could have been so foolish as to think that he might have been interested in her.
I’d Like To Think
“I make good decisions.”
Raw Power
“Ever do the wicked attempt to abuse it.”
“May We Never Part”
https://youtube.com/clip/Ugkxerd4Th0c7nWqmyhVHYCDWt8t6aqMPyYA?si=Dqh0g4MDwfCH7E1y
(Clip from Pride And Prejudice)
Stick In The Mud
Sometimes I feel
That I must be one
Digging down to
Hold against flood
Dear Friend,
The danger for me is that
I might love you too much
I stayed distant to keep perspective
I couldn’t handle it if you didn’t care
What you live and give from your heart
Such emotional inteligence off charts!
My energy surges to be with you
Self regulation alone is no option
So I keep closing the door firmly again
Praying for the day you’ll come calling
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