Offerings in the wild whipping westerly wind,
Sweeping silently solemnly, somewhere
The past presented precisely, precariously
Left behind by burning brightly, blatantly, boldly
The messenger of traumas, tribulations, tirelessly
Evokes manic memories, meticulously, methodically
While finally processed, through a bright burning bird
The scars of yesterday, burned away,
Ashes of mind, melting madly, making molds
A strong resilient future forged, furiously, reverently
Death of the Phoenix comes to a predictable end
But with a twist of metaphysical madness and mayhem
Residual soot is the suit of surprise
No more Phoenix no more cries
Up in smoke with scattered ashes
The blackened, bricks behold a blind bias
Traumas are over, the silence is blackened, battered and beaten
No more traumas to rise,
The blackened silence of soot, the Phoenix final surprise.
MGM 12/02/25
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Vinn Black
Being iny late fifties, and understanding that I may be ADHD, this could explain a lot of my past, past actions and choices. At this point I use AI for focus, clarity and to keep me on track.
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