TONGUE NIGHT

all morning, all day, and all of afternOoN – tons of tongues that night, spoke way too sOoN!

though, we’re a little BeHiNd – our lumpy shadows have tWiNeD!

now the lightning has written in cursive, a shape that’s murky & UnLiNeD!

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“all morning, all day, and all of afternOoN – tons of tongues that night, spoke way too sOoN! though, we’re a little BeHiNd – our lumpy shadows have tWiNeD!”

today : tomorrow, & tongue-night ‘twas trapped ’ to tasting troubling trauma that’s terrified towards trickery ToMbStOnE!

yesterday night, our eyes witnessed which flavors returned to the tongue, some foreign: others? uNkNoWn!

we could only wish to be saved by the already said SpEeCh – our rocky mountain climb could only attempt to rEaCH!

the census have reported which civilians have been robbed of all tenacity and InSiGhT! by reckoning always, the control and misery buried in the fiction of the wHiTe!

forced fed like animals inside of a platinum ZOO – these crumbs were paid for by the authoritarian ran hULlAbAlOo!

it had to be this tongue kNiGhT! the mid-evening militancy empowering swords to FiGhT!

for it was suited & armored with humility, chivalry, and decadent adjacent ClAsS!

‘tis this tongue night which swirls against those vulnerabilities, shattering myriad mirrored gLaSs!

tongue night is the evening in which there’s a twist and ScRaPpLe!

when our sentences are bewitched in a tangled n’ luscious gRaPpLe!

while being whipped into the lash of the word and InTeRpLaY – this tongue tonight undresses the nerve to quietly sTaY!

Fruit of Constellation

In the unseen, my shadows await their victory. A conqueror of the night takes the proper crown and slays all possible enemies. The fight has returned to a notion of liberty. For if one is free – one must fight and stand for their freedom. The prison is deep with lairs of darkness and symphonies of alienation.

For the time has come where the feast has begun. I wouldn’t dare stuff my face when others have not eaten. Some rather not eat because others have not eaten. Should I allow the food to spoil and to waste because some choose not to attend the party? A feast with no participates – is an uneventful party.

10 stars belong to me and 5 are for you. We have each been given a promise with these stars and the oath is one to decree to the nations. If I give away these stars, I only stand to gain. Giving away all that I have, for what is mine is what also belongs to a stranger. At the very least the crumbs can be a benefit. The breadcrumbs linger and request for the dogs to be fed. I wonder how much do we really need for ourselves?

We are given only so much until we are left with nothing. What then? How can we move past what has already disappeared? What do we have to offer when it’s all gone? The crumbs can’t be for us when we have eaten the main meal.

I’m only eating as a means of survival – the moment I stop. I begin to crave more. A taste for brighter constellations awaits me in the midnight sky. I can’t believe what is slipping away from me at this very moment.

Nothing is here, and time is consuming me as the day chases the night in a hurry – Now 5 stars belong to me and 10 are for you. I am losing but gaining by the eating away of the crumbs.

I’m eating the fruit of constellations.

Shadow Acquaintance

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It sometimes haunts me with a lingering presence. It’s as if my eyes can only see it and its beginning to make me nervous. Yet, I am finding peace in what this means. The memory is becoming a comedy and eventually- I end up swallowing the anomaly. It’s not so bad to miss great experiences and to monetarily become engulfed with the charm of its power. Reality keeps me in check. I realize, there were a series of choices that were made, which leads me to where I am.

It wasn’t a spontaneous amount of emotionally unbalanced feelings. I regret nothing because what I demonstrated was a result of real emotions. So as the parade of positive memories follows me as a person. The shadowy nature of its power, reveals to my ways; I was hurt and misunderstood as well. It’s not that I focus on the darker aspects of experiences but I must allow proper balance and weight.

It wasn’t all the way white, so let’s acknowledge the BLACK.

Every experience seems to carry both light and dark aspects. So it is necessary to find favor in both the black and white. (Never dispel one because the other is more appealing to you.) So with an alarming shadow appearing at randomized moments, I can truly appreciate this presence that feels like a person.
The light and the activity around it, reveals this dark shadow, which has become a necessary acquaintance.