Not knowing how
              To do something
                           Learning
          Requires guidance
          Thought understanding

Not knowing what to do
When you know how it's done
              Requires little thought
              Just choice

Not knowing what to do 
When your lost
Without purpose
Requires no thought
                         Let go
                         Listen to your heart

The pain sours as the milk spills
Rancid subjugation to the rejection
Of a cause without its mode
What positive devolves into negative
A multiplicity of being that sheds light
When consumed by dark dawn
Where clouds bring rain in a permanence
Detached from loving life in full
As the moon wanes to new
Betraying a sky desperate for a clearing
To wash free the trapped potential
Inherent within striated cumulus
Begging for a release that allows breathing
For an inner compassion held captive
And bright sun dimmed by the regret of day
Sadly passing in multitudes; a rehashing
Beyond that of moving skies crying
Tears of forbearance belonging to trees
Drowned under weeks of relentless monsoon
Desperately gasping for a mindful remedy
An explanation for a cycle that perpetually
Stops giving
•••
I breathe out pain only to receive it again

Never a better day shall there be!
My book has been published.... finally!
By Choice Publishing just so you know,
It's called "Out of My Head" by...Damo.

A "Somewhat Haphazard Collection
of Original Rhyming Verse".... on
Life, Motivation, Relationships,
Mental Health, Mindfulness and friendships.

There are Rhyming Verses, sonnets too,
Limericks, Acrostics, Senryu, Haiku....
My thoughts, ideas and reflections  
For each readers consideration.

I'm so happy my book is out there,
Hopefully you can find it somewhere
And should you choose my book to buy
I sincerely hope that you enjoy!

My thanks to all at Hello Poetry
For all the support you have given me.
It is very much appreciated....
Y'all helped to create "Out of My Head"

Running fills me with feelings,
Excitement of moving.
A sip of fresh air, sunrise lightnings on my face,
That's enough to change my way
The way of every day,
Just keep the pace.

taste the light,
Just like a sip of cinnamon tea,
Let it penetrate,
It's been in an 8 minutes journey,
to reach the window of my soul.

Time is ticking, and I try.
Try to do something...
Maybe the way is the other way!
Letting go, clearing the way.
Letting things happen naturally.
Like a flower blooming in the sidewalk opening it's way.
Not out of forcing, only because the bed is rich enough...

Let’s sow the memories in the field.
In the warm darkness, the past is not judged, and peace will come by avoiding the dazzling light.
Scattered pain will bloom into flowers.

All the unloved wounds will become daffodils.

I will come to love those flowers.
                                                       Hana.M