Always Gold

think in meme
Barrier maze vs. Barrier maze
light in the evening sky
Elevators in a dream
bridges in the sky
nostalgia is heartbreak
Clutch Culture
what did they know, and when did they know it
can’t feel loneliness, for a stranger

I don’t mind the cloudy sky
old memories, young person
happier vs. happiest
King Solomon knew the future – and the past
live your life, walking backward
you will be what you always were
secret relationships don’t last
being in love isn’t like being a fan
felt a definite feeling

someone knew; they all knew
Solomon saw the past and the future
right at the moment of daybreak
heartbroken for a time that is gone
the one with the unrequited love
need is the beginning of trust
Two parallel routes
finally, honest with yourself
Why I had to let you go

To know that it meant something
render a feeling
sentiments of the past
get up to see the sunrise
once you see things differently
something you have to give up
a secret is the beginning of doubt
who knew before and who knew after
they were waiting for the Answer

the battle against insignificance
own your feelings
We’re human because we have history
the brightest point in the universe

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biting the vampire

magically potent nine tails
quantum being, from another dimension
formulaic mythical genealogy
spirits of the trees and the rivers
in the immediate modern future
an entire world up there, at the top of the earth
history, culture, and geography
an epic age
angel alien god

creative reflections of who you really are
surviving the wreckage of history
make the rest of history come true
byproducts of a quest for immortality
on a ship to an uncertain future
created from the death of a god
The Long Road of Prehistory
smoke resting on the air; hazy room
driving a buggy with no tires on it

Prometheus and Loki; heights, depths
counterfactuals vs. predestination
put a Question to the Answer
clamping down, holding on
disciples of the anti-hero legend
feel like you’re brave or something
I said goodbye
can’t be the hero
something in actuality

the feel of the air, in summer
a blend of Hawaii and India
the one who lost
to be your devoted friend
when we were close
the relationship ends
see in pieces
the first gasp of the modern world
can’t be earnest

who won and who lost
told what it’s not, not what it is
lost to a shadowy prehistory
extinguishing the shout across history

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/20/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved.