Yesterday’s Sunset
Sunsets come soaked with different colors
amber, orange, red, gold and distilled purple
they are shimmering and spectacular against the blue sky
they always suggest and remind me about the beauty of living.
Yesterday, the rhythm of the soft breeze announced its arrival
it was more vivid through the naked branches of the lone tree
probably telling delicious secrets about life that i was unaware of
slowly, that intoxicating rhythm of life found its way to my soul.
The intricacies of the setting sun were reflected through the flower petals
the majesty of the light that shone through them centered my heart
teaching me how to cope with the storms in my life
that truth was bigger than all the mysterious shadows I’d ever seen
The sun’s low orange candle carried warmth that I could only imagine
it was strange and it carried a quality that I could never give a name to
for that quality permitted my transparent reflections to live and thrive
and unburden myself of all the hurt, worries and suck aspirations
The tree gave an innate dignity that was free of any pride
but it also kept its ancient pride
despite being dishonored time after time
it came naturally like the warmth of the rising sun
Yesterday’s sunset was magical
it was peaceful,
it was wild,
it was unrestricted,
and I desired for a quiet continuity
Abyss of desire wash through my body when yesterday’s sunset steals all my thoughts
Poetry Language…
Quote of the Day
“I know that I am intelligent, because I know that I know nothing”
~Socrates
Changes…
Illicit Rendezvous
I longed for my illicit rendezvous
too wave goodbye to all the noises
all shrieking words without a heart
those that created hell in heaven.
Litany of lies was spread everywhere
because it was the accepted religion
which everyone risked offending
yet it alluded even the most faithful.
I crave and rave to push myself away
and seek the perfection of my own reality
for that is my knowledge of true self
and because of freedom…I have to let me be.
I need the present and life to take priority over history
searching and yearning for my illicit rendezvous
beneath this blackened grey sky
I will never gloss over pride customs
nor ethical standards.
For how hurtful can it be?
Accepting a life chained by blinding faith
one lived beneath hideous masks
feeling hurt moment after moment
distorting my visage can be horrifying!
Aston kamunde 