whiteroses

Dead or Alive©

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To cross the path is to only walk now.

As the edges are fragile and tear as we cross into our dreams. No matter where we begin the outcome remains the same! Only the path changes along the way!

To daydream; is a dream to day...
As to - night is to mare...
But, at least I hold onto my dream.....
As I walk, is to HOW?

The things we want are always and forever pulling us into this illusional web of a materialistic world.

This world has no value or consent.

This world is an obsession and not to be taken lightly. Nor, should it be unbalanced within the limits; or we fall to our death.

How do I awaken this beast within?

This beast that constantly tempts and roars for satisfaction? Or, would I just rather slumber in my dreams that never seem to come alive.

Is it easier to proclaim abstraction, than into this introduction of such a remote love, or is it easier to step into the midst' of the living than to keep an open heart, through the thick of it?

Should you be there: where you are needed the most? The one that is at center's reach. The one that seems to reach up, but yet never grasping the cognitions, within that reach. Simply, because of no other reasons, other than your own. Those reasons; in which no other person can possibly call their own, or understand them, even though they share common ground.

Self gratification called closure. Will it truly ever satisfy one's heart?

The most of it is subtracted by that closure. The rest is only deepened, only once knowing the thin line.

Destined. Till love; or death, re- creates.
Shall the acclamation we once knew be our presence, or shall it be our absence?

My concerns are .. named as stated...As these days are continuing to count by: one, by one.

My questions remain the same...as underestimated... As the time continues to click by minute, by minute.
My faith is still on the edge of the outside.
My stress is tearing the edges of the inside.
My life, is sworn...

It should be so simple now. This complexity of a situation, that has damaged the very essence, of my being. The simplicity of destruction; that destroyed not only my life, but also the lives of many others.

The solution should be so simple now. The obstacles are over. This chaos one created; along with the interpretation of turmoil, that has prevailed the outcome along side the constant repitition, has lead the course.

We are left with only the superiority of the bits and pieces, of an out of context jig - saw puzzle. A puzzle having an origin of it's own beginning and an origin that also never knows it's own end.

A new beginning. A new life. A life that would be called my own.
My life is born...
"The solution seems to be so simple when you spell it out."

Whiteroses/ The Devil's Bathtub©

Written by:
Dee F
Author:"WhiteRoses"&"The Devil's Bath-Tub"/VP.Womens Global Justice/Freelance@National Writer's Union/RockTheHallofFame/atimeforrock-Tour

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• s-zaynab-kamoonpury

  Fri Mar 09 17:56:43 UTC 2018
  Wow great muse, interesting epic prose. Great metaphor use ESP where u say, " my faith is on the edge, stress tearing the edges ". Kudos.