Past Path Passage Now Present In Future Presence

Took path forward
and upward
eon’s a go
It now been
barren extinguished,
of fertile fruition
Present fork intersection,
now tends to lead
down ward
Where new decisions
will be made,
anew passage ways.

Guttered in past
rut complacency,
life dost bygone decays
Amid stationary isolation,
a gist closed in,
mislaid hope
Days become
yester daydreams,
washed over tired reign
Time ‘n again
repeating itself,
one becomes despondent.

Without future branches,
one wastes away,
wilted mid finger tips
That fail to tap dance
key strokes,
alight enlightened possibilities
Smothering quicksand coagulation,
dead end choke-holds
fill paths
Where pliable options,
become human lobe stiff,
cerebral atrophy.

Dawn waits,
dusk awaits,
right foot being hesitant,
left stands firm
Time slowly pivoting
from past certainty,
to future uncertainty
One walks down
from the mountain,
into wide valley recesses
Toward see shore tides,
bearing new tidal paths,
beckoning foraging.

Past Path Passage:
roadblocks,
set in-sole routine mundane
gut wretch patterns
Be left behind
societal constrictions,
one finds Freedom
flight expressions
Brittle bones chill
quivers anew spring,
back to bud blossom
living sunshine smiles
Where every brilliant passage is:
Now Present In Future Presence.

HeArtMosphere Poet

Past Path Passage Now Present In Future Presence

Took path forward and upward eon’s a go
It now been barren extinguished, of fertile fruition
Present fork intersection, now tends to lead down ward
Where new decisions will be made, anew passage ways.

Guttered in past rut complacency, life dost bygone decays
Amid stationary isolation, a gist closed in, mislaid hope
Days become yester daydreams, washed over tired reign
Time ‘n again repeating itself, one becomes despondent.

Without future branches, one wastes away, wilted mid finger tips
That fail to tap dance key strokes, alight enlightened possibilities
Smothering quicksand coagulation, dead end choke-holds fill paths
Where pliable options, become human lobe stiff, cerebral atrophy.

Dawn waits, dusk awaits, right foot being hesitant, left stands firm
Time slowly pivoting from past certainty, to future uncertainty
One walks down from the mountain, into wide valley recesses
Toward see shore tides, bearing new tidal paths, beckoning foraging.

Past Path Passage: roadblocks, set in-sole routine mundane gut wretch patterns
Be left behind societal constrictions, one finds Freedom flight expressions
Brittle bones chill quivers anew spring, back to bud blossom living sunshine smiles
Where every brilliant passage is: Now Present In Future Presence.

HeArtMosphere Poet