Poetry
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You are hidden
In the dark,
Each crystal shimmers flashing
A side of you I've never seen
I'm not repulsed,
I'm in love,
Exponentialy each day,
Each phase of you,
The crystals show the
Monsters of your mind,
And I love it too.
The glimmers in your eyes
Reflect back to me,
I drown within its tears,
Knowing you won't reach for my hand,
Knowing I never wanted to be one thing
Forever,
But maybe I could've been yours.
The relentless wind beckons to Nothing,
I stand in its path,
I see my kind neighbors umbrella escape her withering hands,
I know its indifference,
I can choose its indifference
A cease and desist paper rolls out of a toppled garbage can.
We are the only mortal instruments by which the universe can care.
I care.
To die is to have lived
For the falling pedal
Holds the same beauty as it did in life
And from its end many more will
Rise in it's very image
For the end means
A new begin
Often I choose
Though those choice had already been chosen
To be true to one self
Is the greatest act of rebellion
For to be your truest self
Is to discover originality
Not the concept of originality and the choices within its manufactured identity
But the kind that sits on the edge of the choices,
the kind you can only gaze at from the outer edge of what choices are chosen.
Find it with me
Let's run for it
Hand In hand
For to go alone is to be damned
But they can't damn my heart if you exist within it and I within yours.
A meer reflection will taint it.
It must be wholly true,
Not a chosen abstraction of truth,
A true truth
One that words haven't confined within definitions,
But rather the truth in feeling, untainted, raw, and original.
Go there with me
Although it scares me
Let's go.
The eastern wind blows in
And I'm reminded of a man.
In the orchard where time froze
And the relentless struggle of growing
Learning and improving as a person
was taught to me,
Liken to tending to those very peach trees.
He taught me how,
He provided a safe space for my nurturing.
And like any good teacher all those in his presence learned.
Especially the tumors that killed him.
Grove
To materialize the void of my mind is
the groves purpose
A sanctuary of familiarity
To see what was always there.
In the river I hear voices,
Anxious is the listener.
For he cannot speak back.
But the birds above chirp a tune,
though I cannot understand it
I can speak it.
And the sun,
The warmth of my life,
coming or going?
The environment a drug of effection,
memories, dancing in the sunset as I ponder
Here I am, here is: the indomitable everything, the IS of it all.
And I tweet a gentle tune,
Changing the wind,
and feeling it on my skin.
Ah a smile, for in the void
I am the light, I am the encroaching darkness.
I am the fear, but also the one who will kill it once and for all.
For in this experience why not be advised hope.
And advise it yourself.
For it's all too much, too much beauty
I can hardly stand it,
I want to scream and shout;
and even more so in the darkest of times for I am so indomitable,
so powerful,
and in the grove I see the shackles and relinquish them.
Now, now I run free,
as I realize I had always been.
They say that entropy is the
chaos of the universe,
the reactions between atoms and molecules
But perhaps we are the instruments
of entropy in the universe.
We act upon its wishes.
The drunken man who spent his savings at the Black Jack table is not responsible for his action for the universe damned it upon him.
Memories are made by the chaos.
Embrace it.
Robots maintain no unprompted stupidity,
that is our job, and a job I proudly partake in
For the greatest of times are had,
not acting like robots,
but embracing the chaos,
saying yes to a random date,
abruptly moving across the country,
so from this day forth embrace the will of the universe proudly.
People say I'm zen.
I think they fear life.
To be zen is the live life without fear.
Death is a distant memory.
What do we fear more,
The end of it all,
Or the begining of embracing you,
I'm choosing to begin it all
Kill the fear,
Choose to live,
Not live to fear
On the first day god gave us light,
But we forgot it was within,
So on the fourth he gave us the sun so we could look up and see it as our light,
But the light was always within,
Now we look towards the heavens for hope,
For light that can save us from ourselves,
But the sun was only a manifestation of
Our own inner light,
So look in, feel the warmth
Feel the clarity,
Dig into the sarrow of the flesh
So that you may find the light within
Rather than idols.
On April:
Rebirth and beauty,
storms and sun,
Things are changing,
Or rather,
An awareness of
the eternal potential,
The seeds of insight,
And the late frost
Of disappointment.
Flowers come,
And weeds follow,
Leaving we
Fragmented and hallow,
With pain and beauty.
Choose your fate,
Let the showers wash over
And Chase the thorns
With berries to swallow,
For now is the path you must choose right
Or fear will consume and
Frost will bite.
Yesterday in the darkest depths,
I've got a feeling of despair,
Of what goes on at the brink
Paul McCartney soothed
A lullaby down my soul,
Gave me a spark of hope,
That saved me from the end,
Like that of fixing a hole,
In my life the sun king twisted and shouted,
something,
like let it be,
and all the weight I carried,
and it felt like a golden slumber,
Glimpses on a hard days night make me feel this way,
never to such extreme,
but it's there with all of us across the universe,
So we need to remember to come together and the compassion will heal with a little help from my friend
Lost in the ideals of others,
Forget it and fly.
To know the people
is to know The future
And to know the people
Is to control the future
I lack privacy,
Listening, observing,
Every idea I write or say,
Stored in a data folder without a name,
Like a farm of the people,
Used to manipulate the masses
and our infinite futures.
Ode to the hero,
For he isn't loved,
Tho he loves,
To be hated
Often mean he loves,
And yet he goes on,
With the only support from
His aching muscles,
Sore from the ignorantly damned
A long road stretch before me,
I know not of the destination
Forged in it's gravel,
But I know the feeling under my feet,
You might guess where you'll go,
But the desire and anxiety mean nothing,
Simply feel the road, breathe in
And look onward
Perhaps we don't love,
Or perhaps very few do,
I used to feel happiness,
This was love to me,
But then I truly fell in love,
I don't know what it was,
Thunder in the distance boomed,
And I felt it's shock in my being,
It was alarming, scars running up
And under my skin
Feeling the pain I screamed,
It hurt but to have lived through it,
I laughed and I couldn't stop,
It's wound opened something
Eldtrich, something few understood,
It was love,
it was the world,
it was everything,
And yet it hurt,
I felt my soul bleed endlessly,
I worries others may drown,
But they seemed unaware that it existed, a thunder few could hear,
It still bleeds and the tide of love
Come with monstrous waves
Filled with love and compassion, and lowly trenches just before them,
Each transferring into each other,
It's almost to much,
But to love is to persevere,
And so my scars heal
And I sit with myself alone,
The only one hearing the ringing in my ear.
Iron confines me to a silken chair,
A smile on my face and a warm cup of joe,
The instruments of life all around,
Neat, clean, familiar,
Things necessary for life.
But behind the curtain, light flickers in
Perhaps a breeze,
A smell which I should not have known.
I see a tree,
A member of the earth as grown up as down
And the scent reminds me of something,
I never knew, a desire, that must be it.
And I began to see the window seal as
The wall of what was too much,
And to cross it,
Meant death,
And so I must go,
I must let the iron rust into dust,
And leap through the window
Into the unknown.
Tumble tumble tumble,
Just like a weed,
I got denim, boots, and that's all I need,
Roaming around
Feet to the ground,
Rumble rumble rumble,
Hungry is me,
Hoping for food, only found mead,
Stumble stumble stumble
I'm drunk as a skunk,
And I beat up some punk,
Grumble grumble grumble,
Locked up mcgee
Done fucked up is me
What is taste but the roses of a bitter fruit
"When we can we should:,
Perhaps I will now!
Perhaps the law will abide by me
Perhaps I am the house
Perhaps all will happen exactly as planned
Perhaps it is all peaches and cream
And you just flushed your dissolute dream
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