Tag: #ramblings #amwriting #rant #life #people #humanity

sail

that random walk

finding a conch shell

and resting it to my ear

sanguine waves sing,

even there

a language of you

tiny mementos

concealed for me again

to be your audience,

and you,

my sail…..

Liran Danino-Adayin Rek (עדיין ריק)

I am fortunate to live along the eastern coast so mornings waking up to views like this are not too difficult to acquire. The sea shall always call to me. Shall always be my vice, my grounding, my best friend, my lover, my healer, my guide and in this instance, my muse, as often she is. I hope you find the same serenity in this image as well as I do as well as the song I’ve paired it with.

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Picasso’s

when my soul is dry

its likened to float

to where it remembers you

for some days it forgets

those darkened dreamer eyes

those softly loud saucers

painting Picasso’s with a blindfold

its in the tiny little things

that hold you

like the bird today

that i’m certain was wearing a top hat

tap dancing to my ears

demanding i look up

perched there

in his morning solo

but it wasn’t he, no

it was the horizon in this tilt

i’m certain meant for me

and my soul again wet

for there in silent show

were those eyes winking back at me

orphaned dreams wandering

in every hue you painted

waiting to be plucked

just a rant

It is sometimes, no scratch that, most times hard for me to come to terms with the sincerity of a cold mind. The inability to have a conscious that has the power to strike you at any given time into a vulnerable coma.

I’ll never understand the capability of one such soul perhaps because of the way I see the world. The way my heart starts and stops again at all the beauty of what in truth God or science has given us. The way my heart bleeds at another’s misfortune. The way I smile at another’s triumphant battles. The way I feel when I hear a baby cry. The way my heart warms when I see an old couple hold hands. The compassion I have for an addict. The need to advocate for the mentally ill. The desire to adopt every single stray animal. The moment I capture the most breathtaking image.

I’m no angel. Far from it. I’ve made some fucked up choices. Many things I regret, resent and still haunt me. But you see I have the ability to recognize my own faults, to own them, to learn from them and most importantly to be apologetic when I should be and unapologetic for simply being me. The remorse I carry for poor decisions. The weight that burdens me from a broken spirit over and over again. Those are things I cannot push away. They own me. Every waking, breathing dirty broken moment. So how is it that others can go numb to any semblance of humanity?

Is it possible that somewhere even in those darkest of souls there lives good? Could it be possible that for every dark soul there is an equal darkness that covets enough light for the other to see? That somewhere, somehow goodness overcomes evil? Or does evil make everyone its whore? The older I get my hope is fading. I see now why my Grams had such hard lines upon her face yet did the best she could rearing me and my sister. She struggled with the same reality of humanity. I think there comes a time when all of us have to grow up out of the perfect world we paint it to be. Yet still, its hard to stomach. Even with every roadblock life has given me, it always will be. For those of us holding on to the pretty side of this fucked up world.

end of rant-

J