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Shadows

the broken pieces of the people once loved

now just shadows

flickering illusions dancing in silhouette

by the fire light, entertaining

until you get burnt and your burns weep
as it desires fire does as it likes
over the pit a wall of flame sweeps
concentrating its energy as it
narrowed revealing flaming tongues
to lick to flick them til they dry the air
as the flaming snakes creep across
steps and progress beyond the borders

such a simple reaction
and yet so fast it happens
apply the same heat to a soul

I guess fractions are more amicable for when
grouping together things that were never quite whole.

The shadows.
silhouettes like monsters possessed
as the sun sets,
the moving shadows start their ritual
as lights fade and spectral arms
seem to stretch
progressed passed
walking straight to running
preparing for the fire lights again
so they can allude in the dim light
and all dance in the dark

shadows

The ones with human masks.

moored by their pasts, left but a souless husk
when their souls left straight for hell
in such a rush that their bodies were left running
merely a portrail of their former selves.

honed to accrued their basic needs
this feeds to form functions.
quite often like a sociopathic
parasite with bad habits

bouncing from resource
to resource, trying to reach
higher surplus status and influence.

Broken pieces looking for better pieces to have at.
broken shapes amalgamate. no longer ruined .
as though broken fates fractured features memories still relate,

It's hard to turn away from someone
that you once knew, like really knew.
someone who wouldn't take or steal from you,
not unless of course in their mind it was needed. . .
but now the minds gone slipping along
with their measure of worth until eventually none
these cunning ghosts need to be exposed scrutinized
pulled apart reintroduced and composed again
before they run and slip back into the shadows
right before your eyes had the chance to get across
a composite view, needed for becoming congruent,
juxtaposed and aligned through varied subjective ...
but I fear that efforts and thoughts of the like for those
broken pieces are over expressed tired and jaded
and are just a consolation to ease ones mind,

letting go...
... It's always going to be especially hard when you look
into they're cold eyes TO try to once again find your friend
but too clear it is that the motors been left running the lights
are on but there's no one inside to be seen, Now all basic virtue
leaves beg for a standard of philosophical coalescence..
a need to reach an understanding when none can be casually met
through simple exchange, yet true is the wisdom of Virtue...
but you cannot argue with a shade, they weren't born, they were made
they are the types of creatures you cannot argue or compromise with as no
amount of reason women drink nor food will sate their thirst or hunger thats
not what they're after as these creatures accept being with life satisfied not by
mortal comforts and human necessities any longer but rather are driven by
concentrated memories and discrepancies of the dead and dammed manifest
into pure ravenous drive, evil incarnate,

If your heavily invested then one could, to test their weakness.
And from a distance ....especially at first.. when you might have say
in a very clandestine fashion pushed one into the deep end..
Often whether mental or physical the struggle. They come back...
In a sense.. Stronger.. So long as they don't have anyone to direct anger
or any blame they are far quicker to accept..

And not until they realize THEY themselves are
the keepers of the tides that sway their affection
admiration contempt and the like, can you let them
become aware of your presence and awareness of
their struggles... then maybe in time let them know
that you have been gently applying influence

Carefully guided influence doing so in the only way one
can without being stifling and lacking in any respect
for one's own path. But if they manage to pull through..

both without you and then with you...
then perhaps there's a hope

if once more they are to fall back into the same traps,
back into the mobtality... then an individual they are
no longer. But they now possess the skills to make
themselves whole again but only if they want it...

Just hope that these lessons don't inadvertently
become a tool for lost shadows to weather the
constant barrage of being in a state of self sabotage.
Else they may find niche amongst it. A ward for those stuck.
Irony being they only need ward from themselves,
the gripe for answers in amongst the fellow broken pieces........
will only send them in circles hopefully.


They take enough time, so in a like minded kind one would be astute
to remember the sound of themselves breathing and the environments
that they find themselves breathing in..
remember running water...
the feel and sound of air moving around you...
of the wind... blowing through leaves
of birds....Animals...of Insects...

....of Music..........

All the while still hearing the sound of ones own breathing without breaking the feed of information to the brain... A repetition of which, should the feed habitually falter, could possibly cause a breakdown in the minds allocation for prioritizing executive orders for ones automated functionality including BREATHING... simple cyclical processes like hydrating, and the control of your ability to absorb nutrients, flight or fight triggers and even nonsensical neuroses poking at your limits...

Just remember that this is to be expected, and, once it is, and your not in wait of anticipation.. then these will come and pass like all things that take practice, All things in our universe took time... the longer it took... the greater the product or outcome, so as time passes and breathing once again becomes easier... time will once again with its momentous hands collects you back into it's embrace once more happy for you being part of a world that only happened because we needed moments to exist in order to be able to perceive such a marvelous explosion, that is life, the solar system the stars and our universe its all a repetition of light bouncing around in a very understandable language .... its spoken in the way light reflects through due drops in the morning its whispered on the breeze, its exchanged through the throwing and catching of immense energy across entire solar systems through the exploding and imploding stars constantly illuminating what needs to be when its needed, now we as humans dont realize that we have that ability to ask questions, to make requests of this great wonder that birthed our entirety.... and if you never walk in a straight line uninhibited by what goes on around you, then the answers you were waiting for you will never find as you must learn to just be let life gather and pass around you and still wait with an empty mind transfixed on the world around you... as you need once more to come to command the external stimulus you must learn to regulate the flow by consciously filtering what is and isnt of any relevance to yourself, its not learnt, its taught, and you will have done this yourself most likely before in your life,,,firstly in the womb then when you learn to self soothe as a baby, in your crib not able to do anything but be there... and in time shadows in the dark no longer scare you, and the figments you create in your mind only there to keep you company and once the shadows are once again your friend then you'v never the need to watch over your shoulder as your union will once again allow you to externalize and do as you please, Though this time, earnt, With a greater respect for oneselves.

Author's Note

Read the fing. :)