intentions
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Life swings in oscillating intentions
With inking hearts and linking receptors
Where life has met hell and heaven of emotions
I never intended to melt
To fill the mold I was instructed to fill
I never intended to fade
To break away pieces of myself
To squeeze between the cracks
To suck the moisture from the pavement
Your true enemies are not flesh and blood. They are not the people you don’t like.
Your enemies are not those people who mistreat you or the people who slander you.
The difference between a hug and a homicide is intentions. Like handshakes and broken wrists or fist bumps and fist fights. If the right intentions are there anything can happen.
I rewind & rewind.
Again, it proves fruitless.
I stare into a shrinking candle’s flickering flame on my dusty, wax stained rug, on empty, still, Friday nights.
Time passes us by
we all forget to see, the world as it was intended
when we first breathed. So innocent and pure
our eyes were in that first light, Has
transitioned to the hate and societal wars between people
