Birthday Suited

Happy New Year…to me at least.
Birthdays bring new years’ timely beasts.

Dawn of the new; dusk of the old.
Repurposed holidays make bold.

A crack of light bears possible.
Three sixty-five: cognoscible.

Intention set ahead of now.
Styled by precognition knowhow.

Shaped by the past & poured into…
A future; waiting limp, askew.

Born of petty & born of cruel.
I’m forged in prideful constant duel.

With time & gnosis making wise…
I fill my sails with present lies.

This day’s used up & falling dark.
On new year’s number, I embark.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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