Your Spirit Isn't Free

Lines that connect us
Shapes that reject trust
I see prisons undercover
Lips sealed like no other
I threw rocks to lure
With no luck, no cure
You couldn't see your mind
Had been altered, redefined
I stuck around at your window
Hoping to finally rekindle
Sanity from a time before
When you weren't afraid to leave your door
Out of touch with fate
You have one hell of a plate
Under the guise of being happy; content
I threw words to give you a hint
Ill pray for you so hopefully you'll see
That your soul has been stolen
That your spirit isn't free. ~DK

*Tribute to my Maum Meditation Family

The Rise and Fall of Self Portraits

Selfies, Selfish, Selfness but when will we become Selfless.....We now live in a time where selfhood has manifested into how can we separate our entire existence from the rest of humanity. Look at me, I am real, I am alive, I feel, I touch, I taste, I love.....constantly we are recreating what a self portrait is. Every second, every minute, I want the world to see where my footsteps have been......look at me I'm happy.....look at me I exist. Isn't that what we're saying every time we take a self portrait....oh wait I mean a selfie. Confirmation and validation that I was here. So let's pretend for minute that we are taking our self portrait that will define us till the end of time. Take away the color, take away the extravagant background, and just leave your shape and your form. Only then will on-lookers gaze at your portraits like they belong in galleries. They don't know you but they'll feel like they do, because your self portraits would have captured the image of your spirit and the heart of your soul. There's nothing wrong with capturing the self as long as you realize you're part of the whole.~DK