awake again living
watching the lady
with the baby
singing Hallelujah
swaying
and the baby
naive safe warm rested

visual poetry

not sure if i can get high anymore

anger points
security points
presumptuous assumptuous perception
habitually assuming some devil
took over my mother

chest high puffed deep breathing

five years to prove

taking advantage
reaffirming
struggles are good
suffering is good
those feelings
washing
enjoying my successes
my unconscious subconscious

then i look
a healthy dose of crazy inside those eyes
a hunter

go to sleep night
in morning
a puff, habit, thrive

there is always a choice
accepting what life is
what it gives you
what I make of it

 

 

 

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(choice pickings from a free-write)