Fragile, delicate environs
Worlds unto themselves
Trample or foster?
Pass by or notice?
Step on or elevate?
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Oh no!
Forgotten, passed by, disregarded
From priceless to worthless
Sweet pink icing and the gritty weathered sidewalk
We all fall, we are all precious
We are all passed over
And forever are we priceless.
Fruiting bodies
Orbs of edibility
Supporters of other life
We are connected together
Givers and Takers
Of each other
Travelers and homebodies
Floating by and resting for a while
Stop and admire
Take a moment
Give respect
To each other
On this path of life
Weathered
what does it mean to wither away
how time carves its own niches
when does it all end
why did you have to go
where are you now
I’ll be waiting
under the weather
Distortion is not death
the instance
it comes again
and again
always the same
always different
every flower, every petal
fallen, how so
but never forgotten
stung bit kicked
ouch!
what was that?
I saw something fly out of my shirt too, where’d it go?
Oh, it definitely stung me. Now we’ve both been stung. Ha!
Let’s go!
How’s your leg, does it still hurt?
Thanks for walking with me and catching the first webs.
laughter and humor and nonviolent dissent. Easiest thing and the strongest thing. love wins everything
even when it appears lost.
Pretend the woods, are an art gallery
force your own perspective to change
grab control of your own thoughts
for just a second
guide yourself
down
up
see the canopy
let the light come down to you
hear the hustle and bustle of life
watch the art
listen to its message
it’s whispering something
what did it tell you?
what will you take away?
how has it made you grow?
clothed in a state of undress
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Don’t normally post works in progress.
Then again, I’m definitely not normal.
In order to create something from myself
I must be clothed in a state of undress.
Couldn’t ever paint on the street.
Don’t like people looking over my shoulder.
Too many greedy eyes smiling waiting for it. So GO!
Into the public, the masses are laden with wolves.
Look yourself in the eye, then die. Admit defeat.
Walk into your fear, conquer the beast within
Choke on it and recover. Did you ever almost die?
Times are changing, life is upgraded dreams
The mind’s eye, will find itself (and wink)
at center with it all, all of it with the one
showing off, bouncing, dancing, singing out
louder until someone finally sees the whisper
shhh.
markw8-8-14
Just thought I’d share. Let me know what you think!
Also this, just because.
Thanks for read/watch/skim/eat/absorb/ing! 😀
Blessed are the creators
Blessed are the creators, for they shall catch and devour the mature pests.
Neon and Broken: Revealing the Hidden Beauty of the Wayside
In an effort to point out the beauty of the mundane and broken, I’ve combined a lovely blurb about hidden secrets and broken charms with this digital photograph of a shattered, discarded golf ball on a wet asphalt.
“The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.” – Charlotte Brontë
Neon Green Broken Golf Ball of Secret Beauty by somethinghumble
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