Disconnection

Disjointed connections

Robust, withering 

Fragmented nomads clashing across distant shores

Tapestry of colors

Melting upon itself

Segregation separation incomplete

Fear loathing

Love misunderstanding

Forgotten wars and lost souls searching for a final resting place

Fight not the multifaceted 

Colors grandure and light

Embrace the source 

fight the needed fight

In peace only

Misunderstanding set aside

Let go of singularity

Abash pride 

Or into oblivion all will fall

Writhing amongst the melting pot 

Wealthy, poor, all

Is the price worth the pride

Must you see a reversal of all

Speak once speak with silence

Let the mask of hate fall

Disjointed connections

When one goes, so will all

Blind Man

If life is a reflection what side of the mirror do we own?
Through the looking glass they say is where the answers always lay.
Yet if the outside is really the inside and the inside is the out then through the looking glass is where you stand when you look about.
Pondering, quandering, the meaning of it all .
What if that mirror should have a little fall?
Take away the view point.
Mix it up a bit.
Shake away solidity, see what really fits.
Your reality is a fallacy. Sane thought just emotion but emotion is empathy hiding behind devotion.
What if there was no fear?
No one left to feel alone because all that separates is dissolved, gone.
Man is not the essence of the skin  which they are in but the skin is what separates man from the win.
Shake up that looking glass, break down the wall, see life as a blind man or accept you see nothing at all.

~from the wind once again~
R.m 2014