If I’d Write the Day…Three Hundred Thirty

If I’d Write the Day… a A 365 day perspective series of poetry and image inspired in the moments observed by Carey Rose O’Connell while in journey, #PoeArt also shared via @crosescribe

For for more about all the creative expressions of Carey Rose O’Connell visit http://www.careyroseoconnell.com

For those that wish the words:

I studied love
and decided I didn’t want it

I visioned boarded wealth
and spent my mind beside it

I walked the systems
and my shape fell through the holes

Now I’m underneath
The stories being told
Continuing to unfold
An endless stream
The world bleeds
Dead hearts feed
On this our melancholy beat

We found religion
and dance around idols outside of trust

We tried making -isms
and forgot to include the sum of us

Driven on straight lines
because its too hard to draw perfect circles

Now we’re underneath
The stories being told
Continuing to unfold
An endless stream
The world bleeds
Dead hearts feed
On this our melancholy beat

Fighting through worlds
speaking through chips with binary tongues

Our monuments fall into ashes
of heaven and hell piled into one

Blurried states of emergency smear map
deep borders, filling our penurious pores

Now we’re underneath
The stories being told
Continuing to unfold
An endless stream
The world bleeds
Dead hearts feed
On this our melancholy beat

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