Scattered-Shattered-And-Incomplete.
There was a sense of [instability] before it took place. Tracing the darker themes, traversing in a never-ending pace. All the players were slightly off, in an unconventional path, repeating their own karmic wrath.
Extreme levels of confusion used their words and actions wrapped in total delusion. Abandoned and isolated from facts, which could have eliminated problems that lie in their tracks. Saturn's influence was stern, restricting, filled with obstacles unforgiving.
A life-time on reflecting there is no guarantee in sincerity, only flexibility in extending the truth. A shining star found its way above the noise, relying on instincts from a comforting voice.
The same story-lines become cyclical under a dysfunctional-pattern, wishing for a protective-shield under conditions that were not random.
There was a large amount of frenetic energy pouring out of her aura, too overwhelming to ground in her glory. A bolt of lightning running off in different directions, ambitious to a fault, compulsive in the department with overreactions and guilt.
Sadness is a reminder of what should have been done, instead making poor choices/decisions on the run.
I was in the right to be suspicious, considering the level of the [pernicious] activity included in this life-time.
There is a quiet space of comfort/ease, which becomes the friend in recovery from the disease. Just a single moment of relief, from complex problems and systemic grief.
Caught between the undercurrents I witnessed that were fake, in addition to those who were conveniently absent during her wake. It is impossible to take care of your physical-medical needs, when you're surrounded by thieves.
When I witness the Cardinals in nature, her nearness calms my fears. Working on healing these wounds reversing those well-earned tears. Deep seated secrets that have plagued me for years.
She was at her best, connected to something that was filled with wisdom within the nest. For I witnessed a rare glimpse of happiness and security, only in the memory of her father's request.
A short-term relief, from the battles and disappointments with people in the future who did not honor their so-called beliefs.
Nobody understands the position regarding my indefatigable task, especially when dealing in the dreary aftermath.
The road in life is [inconsistent], for things will most likely require to bend. In many ways you never thought of as long as you are [cognizant] of who is on the mend.
The sheets of rainfall is [wise] washing away the pain while putting you in hypnotic-phase, placing you in a deep-sleep connected to profound dreams as you welcome in those familiar visitors who-have-something-to-say.
Scattered-Shattered-And-Incomplete.
Original poem by Adam M. Lasko
5/15/2024
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