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Perdurabo Paradise
Be driven.
Either stirred by success or fueled by failure.
(There is no failure)
Either flush or fucked up… In
the shitter or in the gutter.
(All is therein)
Because…
It is the privilege of the Poet/Writer
to appear
to be lost, alone, and out there
only to reappear
with the most beautiful words an ear
ever did hear.
To never… Surrender
To hold one’s heart up to the elements of forever -
like air to the ember.
To never
Ever
Relinquish this
Vision
To follow it to the remote parameter
Guided by the star
Of destiny
Seen
By
An eye
Summoned to see
Beauty
Published 13th Jul 2021
Author's Note
Ideas for poems have a tendency to come to me when I am in the shower. Two ideas just came to me, from my intellectual daemon. I held them with something that I think of as a Jedi mind trick? I don't know... Then I just stared out the bathroom window, into the stillness of the darkness. Then I went outside for a while, and... Meditated. When I sat down at my writing desk, the ideas were still there, so I just wrote. The things that this piece expresses are things that I have always thought, things that have always compelled me. It is of course, never easy.
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