Infuse fire to soul,
life burns cold for the idle,
moving starts the blaze.
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Call me, “empty shell”,
“a swirling nothing”. Void negates Value.
Big Bang. Leveled Soul.
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How is it that, you
define me by one choice made?
Tears hit the delete key.
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The arena is full.
Battle, waged by a slight few,
yet, all get a trophy.
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Love, is found at home,
it is my breath and purpose,
Wife. Kids. Love my home.
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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert
To survive life, guilt must be pulled from thought,
like a festering rotten tooth. Negative self image
poisons the brain.
The twisted notion of forgiveness, is often lost,
upon ones own self.
Inside the sparking flesh of the entombed brain,
thoughts dance with dark lightning.
Violations carried out upon humanity
swirl in memories, like a growling tornado.
Guilt of transgression, becomes the script
on the stage of life,
yelling again the wrongs,
that are already carved in bone,
behind the eyes of the accuser.
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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert
Unmoored heart, steals light from the shore of humanity.
Ropes are burned, while compass is shattered.
Storms over ocean, rage. The abyss drinks lost souls.
Darkness consumes people, who are all that really mattered.
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What is that notorious place, in the caved hearts of the weary, the bones of yesterday lie? Not lay, LIE. They lie to those who would hold them, study them, and define themselves by them. Life, and biology are systems that demonstrate renewal. A cut heals, rain replenishes rivers, and everyday, the Earth spins into a fresh morning. From days ago, from years ago, from lifetimes ago, yesterday rots in the hearts of the weary. Sculptures made of rotten bone, are erected as memorials to hurt and failure. When someone lets their mine remain captive in the grasp of yesterday, others join into the the lie. Others will take the lead of the one who gives value to the bones. Lost love, bad grades, failed employment, heavy words, all litter the hearts of the weary. Unfortunately, the land of yesterday is dead. Let yesterday be a book on the desk of today, to be used a reference, and not a guide.
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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert
Two human beings, just met, yet they are burrowed in their own qualms.
An atheist, A christian.
A man. A woman.
A conservative. A liberal.
A Broncos fan. A Packers fan.
One rich. One poor.
Yet, both… are human.
Existence is here. Right now.
A monologue of opinion,
fire hoses spray
water comes out,
nothing goes in.
How can anyone be wrong,
if everyone is right?
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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert
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