When everything requires a thought, It’s a challenge from the start. Confusion brews out of sight, I search for clarity with all my might, Wishing once again to hold you tight. As days sink into nights, What once was joy now evokes fright. The sky turns black, The eagle’s wings cease to flap. My eyes …
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The Grace of Accepting Fate
I have learned to live in chaos, become friends with demons of the past, live in parallel to afflictions. The inevitable vaporization into dust never absent from mind. Despite this, consistently finding time to unwind, with limitations on the extent to which I permit the tape of time to rewind. Reviewing with the intent to extract …
Reflecting Change
Discover what was written before the doors close once more, Let all those frozen memories and hollow doubts fall to the floor. For what once lived is but a vapor; So, do not fear those shadows that try to speak your name, Do not entertain them by playing in their games. Instead, carry on like …
Attitudes, Experience, and the Role of the Unconscious
In the current phase of human civilization and development, rationalism and science appear to reign as the supreme authorities in matters of what is deemed real or true. As Carl Jung writes in Psychology and Religion: West and East, “a scientific theory that simplifies matters is a very good means of defense because of the …
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Journeying in Search of More
My hands may always want to grasp, but someday they will collapse inward on themselves. From cradle to grave, we exist between these two modes that we romanticize into eventual somedays, in which we will finally find rest and stay, or at least that is what we pray. What a feat it is to hold …
In Between Passages
I used to be so bold and brave and hubris in heart – what has taken these from me? I used to dream of striving ahead – now, I am aware and have begun to prepare to meet the dead. Where can I find solace in my head – should I look elsewhere, like my …
Tides of Time
Assign me my fate, and I won't hesitate. Pause for a moment and do a brief retake. Distort the original, and the copies die at a slow rate. Line me up at the starting line, and I will run the race. Start me in the blocks, and I will write the page. Transmute me into …
Ascending the Depths
Everyday change creates a seductive argument urging my analytical brain to review the evidence yet again.Could it be so simple?Break down the principle.Trace the threads that interweave reality.Do the same patterns that govern the stars orient the psyche? The lines of this poem were used to create the above image using NightCafe Creator, an AI …
Transformation & Repetition
Living in a constant cycle;Moving in this perpetual flow.Continual searching for how to know.Could it be so simple as learning to truly let go? The lines of this poem were used to create the above image using NightCafe Creator, an AI art generator. You can view more of my collection here.
A Two Sided Truth 