106 Image-Content of the Day 2018/06/09
106 Image-Content of the Day 2018/06/09 of-by https://blog.patrickwey.com/category/image-content-of-the-day SIerra Kachina has been gone three years now. There is nothing i can say here about that. I miss her. I had loved her more than life itself. She was a true unique spirit, a revolutionary here.
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Words about Sierra:
Writing words you will never see editing pictures you never saw killing dreams we never met living around lies tangled up around us yet crying alone into fading memories a busy numbness surrounding often and you and me ending again this time forever ending within i see this thru vague scenes that crumble into one another drenched in pain and love as they move along the trail with a crippled weakness into the day and words to you i will never say i write to no one but the stream of endless dreams across the purple sky the universe that comes in clear the universe that closes when the dream ends
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Without You Sierra sometimes it tears tenderly to my heart sadness where it has never gone, goes. a year passing without you your little heart and mine twisted into each other like time i gaze across the highway to the grassy fields beyond the silent wind bends around invisible canyons straight into my mind your essence emanates soft and deep into me with dry tears i caress the moments slipping by there will never be anyone so true to me as you our bond was woven by the mystery of love no one can alter what was so clear that alone gives a graceful comfort this pure sadness against my path your delicate sense breathes life into death i need no promises, commitments, no proof we knew we were special a love so rare so true so threatening we lived thru this with the most fragile of hearts now thru this fading silence with nothing but the humble caring of the wind i love you with your tears upon me nothing can harm you now you are safe from this world and all its misery i am seeing this with my hidden pain as i walk on without you….
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There are few words left to say i know in my heart there are no ears of yours to hear what can never be said to you ever you’re gone and love feels so empty without you i have learned that this world is even more cruel than imagined fake everything lures everybody into so much of little worth they have little room for real tears no time for true sadness only shallow laughter and smiles against the rain ultimately they are afraid to face their own mortality they need to blanked it with tender wit, swift gestures hidden desires leading secure beliefs to selfish love They are the lost children of the american dream stretching across every continent desperately hanging onto every note from the popular song caressing comfort with their broken bodies falling alone down into cancerous heavens to worlds they could never be They are my brothers, my sisters, my friends and my foe they are the celebrities cared for more than neighbours more than the blood across the land more than the mother in the land the father of the other hand the truth scattered into words blasted against the walls of your brains and in this context everyone is to blame the dilemma of the human insane
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In this beauty one must weep. The overwhelming understanding of pain from loss is so sad it is beyond comprehension. It goes so deep one can only cry tears from memories dying and the letting go of its truth, its reality. Admitting that it is hard to live life one must let go of the dearest feelings; all the tangled ones and all the gentle and soft ones. It is hard to see this in the air, all the clusters of memories contained in one soul and spread out across the minds of the people. The close ones the distant ones the collective ones, all of different quantities and depth, moving in and around as a dream does. When one dies and the entanglement of thought-energy floats thru the atmosphere as a spirit would, the visions of these holographic scenes may be more real than a normal reality appears. This is pure vision with no interpretation from a past, a future, just the endless flow from one scene to the next. The magnitude of this impression is life altering. You can feel the waves of peoples thoughts and dreams, with their spirits creating intricate delicate holographs of varied scenes floating thru the forests along creeks veins like an epiphany from ‘nature’, the creator of all known. I cried, knowing i had to let go to live. It will come in small doses, not as to destroy me, little by little till i carry on alone. This may never happen. This is the dream, the dream will change, the observer will be altered, vast death is the nature of all this. It will come regardless of what one does. It is this movement in life that sees this death and the illusions of dreams as necessary branches to this tree, as life is a dilemma. ———————————————————————————————————————————————————— the days go by and you fade beyond my will every step another distance without you memories slip in and out of the air surrounding here some are peaceful and serene and others are dark and deep when the pains you felt, lived through and died with punctures my heart like a knife with tears the road curves up ahead and your presence is near there in the pale afternoon where your love lies and the sunset full of your colour there are the photographs and your remnants scattered about there are memories hanging on the walls without you you meant everything to a few left behind and they struggle down the path alone and there is no answer fit to why you left the way you did no conclusions can soothe this heart it is what it is and love and you are one there is nothing along the cove to replace this shore on eternity memories will continue their journey across the universe and fade into the void beyond but for now there is nothing left just you caressing this heart and a spirit feeling this
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my heart aches for you your simple smile your delicate wit your ways and your life living i miss you terribly so i am so sorry i did not do enough to save you to help you in any way i could to share everything i have with you i never expected it would end so quick what a fool i was in moments i could have done more could have poured my heart unto you given my every touch of love i am so sorry, forgive me nothing i can do now for you i am lost at moments crushed with pain devastated to my very being like a boat without water and a soul with out life i am alone lost and numb
i see the road the way and the things to be done i walk with one foot in the desert and the other on unknown land i am a man stranded with no home no future no dream i remember your breath searching for air and your heart for warmth i walk i walk i keep walking there are moments joy slips by and noise ceases there are those that say too much and those that can’t listen the ones with ideals overloaded and the ones crawling down the avenue i miss your presence, the weight in your eyes the truth your lips concealed i miss you, your simple love i miss you
i can never be free from you you are a part of me some of you is inside of me and i shall die like that you and me are a memory that will be as long as forever is
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little angel up-against the tomb on a road red as heart spirit fallen from the sky with no clear answer why and with tombstone tears a wounded kachina cries “for simple love i live and die”.
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I wish i could say what can’t be said and do what can’t be done i wish i could do magic and bring back what’s gone
i am loosing the words to say much or anything at all now is not the time to
we all want to know what can’t be known it is the nature of thought we all want things we can’t get we all want teachings that can’t be taught
there is no easy way to heal a wounded heart
you can fly high and dig low you can tell yourself sweet little lies you can tear yourself apart with things you wish you’d done but there is only one thing that can really help hidden deep within the heart
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