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With days as dark as nights we seem to get taken back by it all. But with clear vision and precise strategies it all seems to come together just as a unit would. So know this, though the days may look like night ahead of you, I’m there holding a burning candle to help in any way. Even if its simply to let you see when all seems dim. I am simply apart of the mechanism to hold the entire system together.

We do not live in the past:

The past no longer exist- except as a memory.

We do not live in the future:

The future exists not yet- except as a dream.

We live in the present-

And what else is the present but a fleeting moment...

Remember the past.

Live in the present.

That way, there will be a future...

There once was a man who was tough to the bone-
who-by and large- wanted to be left alone...
So, he put up a sign saying "Keep off my grounds",
while in his front-yard, he kept two huge black hounds.
And everywhere he put up fences and walls
and installed an alarm-system inside his halls.
Then he bricked up the windows and blocked up the door
so that no one got in- which had happened before!

Now- if you had managed to enter the grounds,
past the fences and walls (not to mention the hounds),
and peeked through the hole he had left in the wall
for want of fresh air, you'd have seen his hall.
The view you'd have seen you'd have had to behold,
for the walls, floors and ceilings were all made of gold:
and this was the reason our man was alone-
why he even had ripped out the cord of the phone...

The walls were like mirrors. He needed no friend,
for he was surrounded wherever he went
by his own reflexion; which (to his own mind)
was really sufficient (unless he'd go blind).
And so he was quite happy, alone with himself-
'til the day he had wanted to hang up a shelf.
He just took what he needed- a hammer and nails
"...and the first-aid-box, just in case everything fails".

So he'd thought to himself. His reflection agreed,
and with hammer in hand, he got up on his feet.
He went up to the wall- something caught his attention;
a torrent of words (far to nasty to mention)
escaped from his mouth. "How did you get in here?
...Put your hands on your head now, and hold it right there!!!"
He lifted his arm to look threatening and tough
in the hope the intruder would not call his bluff...

But as he came closer, he clearly could see
that this fellow was armed. "Keep your distance from me!"
Now stricken with panic, he turned and let fly:
With his hammer he caught the intruder. Bullseye...
The hammer hit home full of power and might-
and so did reality. Through all the fright
(...and even before that!) our friend simply failed
to see that in truth he had always been jailed...

The fellow he saw in the mirror was real-
our friend was the image. Unable to deal
with the truth, he had managed to shatter himself-
while he had been trying to hang up a shelf!
Revival was futile- but few even tried;
and all attempts failed. Even fewer then cried:
No first-aid-kits, band-aids or ambulance-men
could put Humpty-Dumpty together again...

S/hit I was so embarrassed
All them years
A middle name, of Bentley
How dare my folks

I'd not even peep a hint of the name
For my inner self thought
Was sure to be slain

Came to a place a long time ago
Where a,
mindset
Could be traded
For ebb in the flow

I looked at my hands
Arms within reach
Consoling self hug
Lessons to teach

To myself about me
Where peace stood/allure
Thimbled in grasp

My ism's procure

~Bentlee~

Night sky been blistered
Too close to the sun
Halos of many
Cracking their shape
Wind whips around periodical form
Lefting and righting
Split center of thorn
Sun warming up epidermal thrust
Big pictures not scene
Emotional lust
-
-
-
-
"as the wind blows around
in pre-circular scape"



~Bentlee~

Yeah
I admit
I still carry the scars.
How's that for honesty?
It's not easy to admit anything.
Age has certainly got a lot
to answer for.
Horror stories from my past
are thankfully shrouded in the mists of youth
the land of
"Did I say that? Did I Do That?
We all have skeletons in our closets
Some of us have graveyards
It's only sane to conclude
that we all bear some scars
No Matter how fine
feather- tipped
lip brushed kissed
a scar is a scar.
But for me to actually reveal and acknowledge
you know how secretive I can be
it's just part of my chemistry
give me the respect I've earned.
We're all in this healing process
together
Some of us need
Deep strength healing
to erase the pains of life
to ease the pain of our Ancestral Lives
Physical scars heal over a matter of time
Spiritual scars
Mental scars
take
a
wee
bit
longer.

Not Shallow But Deep
Inside Glowing and Breathing
Love And Life To All

" Wondrous Dreams "

I dream of wondrous angels
but yet I live in fear
Behind a million blackened stars
my conscious disappears
Into a kaleidoscope
of asymmetric
trichromatic rings
Enigmatic circles
formed by colliding galaxies
On the axiom of forever
teaching thyself praxeology
I blow away the monster ash
with a sound sagacity
So shall I dare to dream
into your wild wild world
Where emerald burns
a fire that consumes the universe
When morning wisdom reveals its glory
by rejecting scientific proof
With a treasure of her rainbow highs
I find I'm fading Into you
So shy away the darkened clouds
of melancholic dismal life
Enlighten me with wondrous dreams
oh faithful winds of night
With a song of eternal peace
in hope is where I shall learn to die
Silently into your wild world
below your starry skies
Before I awake into a new dream
I spoke the language of your perfect light
Deeply inside the precious flowers
beneath the liquid sunset of your eyes

~ Jesse Okoroshi Masu James F ~

I've been floating in my own gloom
for much too long--
drifting along with the tides of my mind
with no heading,
always dreading what will soon become of my life
if I don't change.
It's so strange how one thought could lift my gaze
up from the ground
to look around at this beautiful world
that I live in.
I have forgiven myself for everything I've let slip
through my fingers.
All that lingers in my mind is hope
others will too.
I must do what is best for myself,
or no one will.

There once was a man who did live in a flask;
The light which he saw looking up was all he
who couldn't be bothered to question and ask
could ever perceive: It was all he could see...

To wonder and question to him was a drag;
The light which he saw was to him like the sun-
and to ask or to think- an unbearable snag:
It meant to give up what to him looked like fun.

His own little world was his womb and his dome,
and leaving it was an unthinkable fate:
"The universe outside my own little home
is something for fools- and it is what I hate!"

Oblivious of the world outside his own,
he spend his existence without any care
while ignorant bliss was all he had known-
an ignorant’s life he did live without dare.

And all the while he never noticed the flaw
which he kept ignoring while living a lie:
The world which he knew was all ever he saw-
but never could rule it, until he would die.

The knowledge of what is inside your own flask
is never enough to control your own life:
To know what is outside is what you must ask-
Or else you'll be ruled, in a world full of strife...