i mastered the science of making all the worst decisions

i have mastered the science of making all the worst decisions and continuously watched everything invaluable dart beneath the nearest exit sign. but, if i thought of these decisions as regrets, i’d be incinerating everything of worth. so in my dumpster, buried within every worst decision, rests the rarest and most compelling treasure; the freedom to evolve and prosper.

 

[discovering peace in letting go]

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even in the silence of the wilderness; thrive

unrely on ignorant accusations,

for only they color poisonous thoughts with blissful fantasies and grand delusions

[stroked with delicate precision of ink tainted with heartaches blood]

marked unfit for those thriving nakedly under the truthful sun

 

and

deception, which can feed never on the freedom,

of those sincere in seeking all which cannot fade,

will touch you if you let it

 

 

even in the silence of the wilderness; thrive

freedoms in the impossible – if only you believe

i write of love and all the pretty things —

things that grow wild and free and maintain no care

for what the atmosphere claims to be of worth.

 

words swish into the wind,

dispersing as a child puffs the dandelion —

floating off

into the big blue sphere that feeds life

into my hungry eyes.

 

wide.

bright.

 

they look past all the painted colors and worn threads.

beyond the flowered hills and silver lakes, where naked [bare]

the truth unfolds.

blooming, vibrant, wild, and free.

 

i unburry the treasure held within truth and taste the freedom on my lips.

freedom downpours, releasing gravity’s hold to where i land.

 

freedoms in the impossible — if only you believe.

oh, the beauty of the freedom found in loneliness

and there, beyond the vacant hills of a lovers reach

rests a freedom so profound and enlightening

it’s hands wrap lullabies around hopeless fantasies

bursting listless bubbles, too heavy to take flight,

as the soft clay comforts the silhouette of aching feet

they sprinkle salt upon fresh wounds, only to find

that the unpleasant sting births a joy so vast and immeasurable

no darkness could outweigh the depths of the light within

bewildered by a love so unexpected it leaves you dry, praying,

for the morning dew to quench a thirsty mouth

 

a love discovered only in the depths of a shattered mirror

 

how the wind rushes through each feather as you

soar above the safety held from dirt and stones

 

oh, the beauty of the freedom to be found in loneliness