Isolated Storm Clouds

See them and imagine the future,

an ominous purple haze of opportunity,

for it is the chaos of our lives,

allows change to overcome the static.

 

Seek a society of forgiveness,

the travels of pain sometime hidden,

yet the exposure to the elements

often a truly ominous test resilient.

 

When washed ashore in crude oil,

stains did seem to be eternal,

with each soaking, the mind,

nearly gave up on finding shelter.

 

It is in the addict’s eye

the storm will always remain,

it depends only upon a realization

that life contains sweet horizons.

 

We would only give attention

to the happiness we dwell upon,

a city scape, an ocean view,

a soft breeze in a given milieu.

 

The deep and threatening wall

of circumstance that will prevail

is only Nature’s manner of suggestion

we all would know to typically fall.

Parallel Shift

Notice the energy surround a moment

could be positive,

might be what the soul decide.

We wonder how we ever got here,

then, do the same thing,

again,

and wander further toward a chasm,

deep and longing,

a wish to have you all to themselves,

for the moment, yet a path changes direction,

you stumble,

upon,

a

new notion with revelation.

Asks how you got here,

when suddenly you remain curious of the same.

How did I get here,

when yesterday I felt completely at ease,

walking in the middle of a dense forest,

shortly before the light had changed.