Somewhere between unconditional love and insurmountable grief<\/p>\n
The interstate of the logic that is necessary to survive in this world and the free-flowing emotional abstractions in which make it worth living<\/p>\n
Among concrete sky-high architectures of materialistic business beasts craving a cash feast<\/p>\n
And the essence of nature sparkling and beckoning from mystical sublime pale green palm trees<\/p>\n
The battle of self-preservation following a one-way ticket to damnation<\/p>\n
Defensively collapsing into existential quicksand upon blind faith to tragic alters of false Gods gestation<\/p>\n
And the final cracking open of the unbelievable illusion that requisites the birth of a higher psychic vibration<\/p>\n
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Can we ever rest our heads into the security of the closure we desperately need?<\/p>\n
Or are we perpetually stagnant and frozen<\/p>\n
Huddling behind claustrophobic flimsy walls perpetuating the merciless pressure of existence<\/p>\n
The mindless clutter within artificial cell phones cultivating a dystopia disguised as home<\/p>\n
Waking in cities like New York, Chicago, Los Angeles<\/p>\n
Climbing ladders with no ceiling<\/p>\n
Barely breathing<\/p>\n
Operating as if we owe something to someone, have to get over something or someone, have to get somewhere or be someone we are not<\/p>\n
Imprisoned<\/p>\n
Existing behind a faulty flightless facade flux state heart wrenching fear of dying<\/p>\n
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I for one, am dancing on a rainy grave with a smile on my face; my funeral is a raging holiday<\/p>\n
I am the red hot phoenix springing from the obsolete<\/p>\n
I am the yellow daffodil arising from icy glaciers of synthetic concrete<\/p>\n
As this whole world veiled and divided stops abruptly in floored utter shocked disbelief<\/p>\n
Because I do not conform to these comical theatrical ideas of what I am supposed to be<\/p>\n
Instead I sing along to authenticity<\/p>\n
I have freed my spirit into the eternal now<\/p>\n
To die, and so to grow<\/p>\n
Reborn<\/p>\n
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Sarah Callahan Somewhere between unconditional love and insurmountable grief The interstate of the logic that is necessary to survive in this world and the free-flowing emotional abstractions in which make it worth living Among concrete sky-high architectures of materialistic business beasts craving a cash feast And the essence of nature sparkling and beckoning from mystical… <\/p>\n