Soon To Be Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Stop all the
thinking that
any reality will
convince the darkness
held within your minds.
Self-therapy be damned!
Rationalizing everything that
is a disguise is nothing but lies
vacating those convincing dreams
running rampant inside what you
consider to be, your minds. The
pains, the angers, the burning, the
personality's truths, the inner sides
of that, which is inside of you. These
thoughts which damage your breaking
hearts; especially the one thought in life
that is so unfair, the stranger who manages
all agreement at the end of every dream extreme
and deletes what remains unsaid. Everyone
has sinned; racing to accept things, to
release something, to release stress
and trauma, and life continues to
bleed like this does not matter.
And you each think, IAM no
longer the builder. You each
think that your soul's contract
is of no importance; like the
day you tell all that is
negative, to switch
quickly from the
misperceptions of
your insanity, into
the more profound
realities of the love
that is soon to be