Poetry
July 23, 2019

Poetry | Not Quite Haikus, but Close

#JournalingJuly - July 23rd

I get lost in life from time to time...

Yet, I come back around.


Though I’m certain... it never feels that way in the dark.




I See it closing in...


The vision narrows — darkness drowns in only an inch;

I’ll overcome it, & take the win.





Don’t panick. Don’t worry for nothing.

What’s yours is yours, & life’s a Marathon — word to Nip.


Don’t lose your cool today.



Peace & Blessings to ya.

Manifest the best, mind makes the man...


Be willing & forgiving when putting in effort.




This is not a test of your mental;

It’s lyrical exercise & desire to evolve.


That, I’m sure to achieve.




No one gave me permission for this.

The space I delineate is elevated Love.


I create, so Love is.




Taking time, but en route —


To those who appreciate it, I give all the clout.

There is no more room to be doubtful.




Passion persists with Purpose winning progressively.


...I am such a lefty.

Can’t hide it with a keyboard at all.




This is a safe space.





I’ll take this opportunity to become better.


There is growth in the midst.

I repeat & success is written.




There is all & nothing.


Everything exists in between it.

We are the soap suds in the palms of reality.





Breathing room is freeing.


Ironic it’s called negative space.

I am positively gifted by silence & sound.





Take me where we need to go in time;

I will show you then too.


Death is just the end of “stuff”, never our energies.




Self-limitations impose Challenge,

That is enough to find ourselves creating balance.


What’s taken way, gives breath.





The difficulty in enduring,

Comes from the desire to change things up quite often.


We can change perspective.





Tell me what Love calls forth...


The mangitudes & depths from within.

What’s within will reveal in light from another soul.




Don’t lose focus, or wait —

Remain focused is a better phrase.


The law of attraction is a fickle one indeed.





In order to speak Life,

This life should not manifest in doubt.


Exist in a space where you accept all Knowingness.




I now see true beauty & duty in Discipline.

Martial Art. Art of Consistency.

Whichever Art you choose.





I don’t hold onto rage.

It comes, & I let it go away.


Some would say I’m foolish to forgive the way I do.




We cannot be living in this life so scared to fly...


We can soar through all our visions,

When seen with clarity.




Impossibilities, just beyond possible dreams


Tangibles unlocked with more XP —

Got all you need, Achieve.





To pacify & placate, or what?

To draw the ire & build up a bigger fire?


Air-Water elements.




This is becoming fun.

Well, it was already fun before...


Now it’s so much better, invigorated the flow.




Determined, finding joy in this Here.

Inspired, Here on a High I can guide my focus...


Cloud 9, 13 & 6.





As we approach the end,

Know that new beginnings come from them.


Transformed; Energy cannot be created or destroyed.




Nothing really matters.


It is all about your peace of mind.

Take the time to cultivate & nurture your own Smile.




All the Best,

Sean aka Mr. Wildenfree

#LiveLifeWell



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July 23, 2019
Mr. Wildenfree
Peculiar Ponderer. Lyrical Dreamer. Creatively Expressing Balance In Duality.

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