Things change

… people too

You are not the same as I remember you

Our interactions had a different tone

Now I see a you, I have never known

Adjustment taking a while to sink in

Getting an uncomfortable feeling within

Telling me there is no value here

Though I eagerly long to be near

To that person I recall

When I look at you

Do not see him at all

Seems that things change

… people too

… and the dynamic is skewed beyond use

Being beautifully misguided like a wild river over a waterfall

No qualms for the pieces in the future to mend

No realization

I am a means to an end

To upend the real concerns

A strawman fallacy if you will

An entertaining tangent

To draw attention to other ills,

That are inconsequential

That amount to nil

Bright-eyed and lackadaisically distracted

With a heart of gold

I seem to fold every time with you

I am hardly conscious

So it seems fine…

To be strung up by the puppeteer

While hardly being aware

Is the least of my fears

No concern for the plan you devised

Creating the illusion that I might be alive

To slave away for your prize

An empty life

Filling it up with destructive vices

I cannot fight this

Try as I might

The adrenaline spilling over the top

…and it must be stopped

Someway, somehow

Though for now I do not know

Just going with the ebb and flow

Carried away by the raging river of emotions

The shadowy cloak of mystery

Unraveling piece by piece

Until there is nothing left for me to see

Nothing left for me to be

There oblivion awaits me

Pondering this morning the meaning behind being inspired. So many different things can be inspiring. I woke up this morning was the spirit of positivity and hope emanating from within. I’m smiling on the inside and on the outside. All sorts of phrases and thoughts are running through my head. Almost faster than I can compute. I grasp onto a few ideas here and there. Mayhap they will become poems later.

Direct your energy toward that which you love

Manifest everything you have ever dreamed of

Do not waste thoughts on an incubus

Those that are trained in draining your life force

Put them out of your mind

Move forward

Into the light

Away from the darkness

The shadowy beings

That linger

Eager to steal your energy

To fill their emptiness within

Attempts to extract what they are lacking

Protect your divine being

Eyes open

Yet not seeing

Chaos rolling in like a whirlwind