Empty dreams leave the winding years behind us.
\nEach sun, each moon, comes and goes;
\na god-bearing luminescence over all
\nthe empty paths I’ve trodden.<\/p>\n
Blossoms on the vine that strangles;
\nbeauty masking surreptitious tragedy,
\nas masked remains this
\ndistracted life.<\/p>\n
I sway to the sound of stars and beats
\ndistracted from the lowly feats
\nof complacency,
\nto which most slave away
\naround a box with moving pictures,
\na window to a world they’ll not partake in.<\/p>\n
It is a rush of awe that awakens me
\nto cut into the heart,
\nshivering with the anticipation
\nof a wind to melt this day’s last sun rays
\ninto the oblivion of another star-specked night.<\/p>\n
Such, with the passing of the swaying sounds of
\nstars and beats,
\nhere, replete with intoxicated distractions,
\nI look at him and see a mirror
\nreflecting what I would become.<\/p>\n
But one difference remains:<\/p>\n
I understand the reflection is not the self;
\nthe day is not just distraction.
\nThe predilection for swaying sounds and beats
\nis the mystery complete.<\/p>\n
To make that music feel as it was,
\nI shall go again to where I belong:<\/p>\n
inward,
\nalong the least empty paths I know.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Empty dreams leave the winding years behind us.
Each sun, each moon, comes and goes;
a god-bearing luminescence over all
the empty paths I’ve trodden.<\/p>\n
Blossoms on the vine that strangles;
beauty masking surreptitious tragedy,
as masked remains this
distracted life.<\/p>\n
I sway to the sound of stars and beats
distracted from the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,9,13,1,8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1609","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-introspection","category-kisner-collection","category-personal","category-poems","category-social"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1609","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1609"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1609\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1610,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1609\/revisions\/1610"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1609"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1609"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1609"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}