The Cross the Flowers and the Nails

 

 by dpmorella

You’re at a crossroads, standing in the middle, 

turning your head looking at all points of 

the horizon at once. South, north, west and east. 

You don’t know where you started from, 

but you are aware that the next step 

is what you are called upon to take. 

Which one do you choose? 

Do you go up, down, right or left? 

Do you know which way is up? 

Do you know right from left? 

Is it not a matter of perception? 

Is it not defined from where you stand? 

Four clear paths, one decision. 

No way of knowing where each path 

leads yet you need to make a choice. 

You need to keep moving, forward, 

backwards or even sideways, you need to choose. 

Standing still is not an option, 

you’ve been doing that for too long. 

You either move or grow roots of your own, 

never knowing what is out there. 

The middle is neutral, feels familiar, 

but what are you missing, do you know? 

You’ve been looking at the different 

paths for quite some time now and your vision 

is kinda blurred. And then in the corner 

of your eye you see colours, not up or down, 

right or left. You focus your sight and 

see flowers, not on the paths themselves though. 

You need to step out of the roads clearly 

laid in front of you. You need to walk on the dirt, 

soil your feet to get to them. 

The smell hits you the minute you acknowledge 

where the flowers grow. Not a smell, a fragrance, 

sweet and enticing. Is it enough to make you step away? 

Is it enough to lead you to uncharted territory? 

People are on your right, your left, 

your up and your down, that much you know. 

Are they off the paths? Does it really matter? 

The flowers are all you see and smell, 

so there really was no choice to begin with, 

all other options are nailed shut. 

 

 

 

 The resurrection of your true self.
Uncovering the reasons behind your inevitable
cruci-fiction
A preliminary investigation of our "psyche black box",
can reveal more lying occurs
than we could possibly consider safe and healthy

by Maxifern

Laying low after lying doesn’t mean
spending time indoors in front of
our screens. Searching for
the right post,
podcast or video to smartmedia
our way out of feeling guilty or
using the techfab self-deception,
facade of being too busy to
make things right
and apologizing, ain’t gonna
work either.
We shall still put on the analogous
ice-cream pounds correlated to the
volume and duration of our
fraudulent journey.
Depending on how reckless
we have been, we may opt
to exorcise any creepy, disturbing,
self-loathing thoughts with endless
shopping sprees.
Needless to say, any such purchases
happen to be on the wrong
side of the bargain,
same as our integrity which makes
them impossible to be gifted,
a cunning parallel of our
non-gifted personality,
one may extrapolate.
Buys that seemed economical,
good value for money yet,
in reality, they are cheap looking
overpriced, marketing-spelled trash,
more or less like our magic trick
character odyssey turning into a
farewell performance of a circus act.
Because there is color,
music and thrill in a lie!
But also, a smell,
so distinctive!
 

"Keep lying and this smell
can give u away
for the animal you are!
What kind of animal ?
Nothing you can
be proudly romanticizing over!
This is not like an Easter bunny or
your grandma’s cat pet.
A wild animal? You wish!
Don’t dream of exotic leopards
and sexy cheetahs either!
Lying to friends, family or
colleagues, is not the green safari
you are telling yourself it is,
in order to avoid
any remorse waves of regret.
Next time you lie down,
you lay your head
and lay low after a lie, don't let it linger.
Let it all out..
Leave the loop of your ego’s
torn ligaments.
Embrace the truth of your darkness.
Bring light back by admitting your
lying goes beyond the white kind,
away from any blind spots of
your circumstances".

Don't know where that voice above came from.
Could it be my consciousness?
I must find and study way more,
my "psyche black box"!
We all should..

Happy Easter