even the gods of war fondle the promise of peace

faking the frontier found among

the foliage of some forgotten floor

i go to the store

just another day

people view people as in their way

shadows that block their share of the sun

 

when i was young i knew nothing at all

now i know even less

and i confess i had it all wrong

the search for happiness of where we belong

the labor for the reasons for our suffering

is a colossal waste

 

amplifying our acceptance in a world

whirling so fast you would

not even be missed if you were flung

from its sphere will never steer

you in the direction of a mended heart

growing closer or apart is an illusion

something you perceive

 

selfishness is the antithesis of clarity

trying to be a god who fashions

the world after their own image

will only frustrate your frailty

 

you will never find what you need

while trying to satisfy needs

this is not a concede

or a status of self-sufficiency

it is an end to the endurance of answers

and the allowance of being who you are

and not what you are expected to be

and loving others for who they are

even amid the scars they seer into your skin

 

the moment within

is the moment where you are

and what is happening at this moment

is all that really matters

the moment should not be judged

after it has passed

just remain in each moment while it lasts

and all the people with the dyes they cast

will never be able to mold the moment for you

 

ignore their ingredients

their antecedents

i love without having to be more

so at the store  

i’m buying something i wanted

without inducement, without being hunted

 

what makes you happy is not my responsibility

and what makes me happy is no concern of yours

 

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