KurtAurelius
Bluelighter
There is someone to reach out to,
Even when the darkest pits of hell,
Dominate from what the mind creates,
Hysterically proclaiming that there is nobody there,
No one who will listen or understand,
Only a void of mindless sheep it will insist.
Look not to the explanations offered by thought of mind,
Observe the nature of those who believe,
Believe in themselves and offer that guidance,
Not telling anyone what to do but sharing,
Sharing a story built upon trust within,
Trusting that they are able to carry through.
Think not of how fleeting peace may seem,
How harsh pain and grief make living insanity,
Recall through passing the surface,
A breath and a chat, one that leaves no stones unturned,
Willing to speak, listen and concede.
My best friend spoke to me today,
He doesn’t realise the extent of hope he provided,
To me who questions carrying on,
When thoughts plague and reverberate,
Where sitting becomes painful,
Tension ruling the field of sensation,
I will still attempt to make my way home.
Past the pain, I wish to give,
Past the cynicism, I wish to trust,
Past the constraint, I wish to let go.
There is a way for me to care for myself,
And include thoughtfulness for others,
It is possible to enjoy something,
Without it becoming the only reason.
I will be able to know who I am,
To not be pulled by emotional turmoil,
To not be motivated by only sensation.
I have to believe these things, to mean them seriously,
But not to pressure myself, because I allow it to fall apart when I believe I can’t tolerate simply living.
KA 12/02/26
Even when the darkest pits of hell,
Dominate from what the mind creates,
Hysterically proclaiming that there is nobody there,
No one who will listen or understand,
Only a void of mindless sheep it will insist.
Look not to the explanations offered by thought of mind,
Observe the nature of those who believe,
Believe in themselves and offer that guidance,
Not telling anyone what to do but sharing,
Sharing a story built upon trust within,
Trusting that they are able to carry through.
Think not of how fleeting peace may seem,
How harsh pain and grief make living insanity,
Recall through passing the surface,
A breath and a chat, one that leaves no stones unturned,
Willing to speak, listen and concede.
My best friend spoke to me today,
He doesn’t realise the extent of hope he provided,
To me who questions carrying on,
When thoughts plague and reverberate,
Where sitting becomes painful,
Tension ruling the field of sensation,
I will still attempt to make my way home.
Past the pain, I wish to give,
Past the cynicism, I wish to trust,
Past the constraint, I wish to let go.
There is a way for me to care for myself,
And include thoughtfulness for others,
It is possible to enjoy something,
Without it becoming the only reason.
I will be able to know who I am,
To not be pulled by emotional turmoil,
To not be motivated by only sensation.
I have to believe these things, to mean them seriously,
But not to pressure myself, because I allow it to fall apart when I believe I can’t tolerate simply living.
KA 12/02/26
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