Aggravation at its most ascended accumulation.
Children dying
"leaders" lying.
Truth has become a shell game.
1 truth three cups.
At a proper buy the truth is veiled under the same shell of a lie.
Slid left, slid right, around up, underneath down.
The jabs, the ******** Being a good person doesn't matter anymore.
If you have the volume you have the room.
How many eyes are glued not how many truths are viewed.
We're all victims of our chemicals.
It's not too hard to exchange a hug for something comical.
How many will laugh makes you right.
At this rate the truth seeker gives up the fight.
The end of it all.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
The warmth pierces through me
The masses become massive
It's all a facade
They will never find me here drifting among the microscopic
I am lost yet never felt so at home.
Among my presence drifts the dust from the Sahara
Among me the breath of Geniuses
Among us the dreams of Martin Luther King
Here in this natural place I feel so super
I am lost in the humanity
The sunlight found me and told me all that is true;
We are all the same, just mostly carbon
It's strange, I know.
We seek without first seeking within.
All you are is all you need.
You are natural and in this moment you are super.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 2:47 AM UTC
When all else
has been
flogged by time,
beaten by uncertainty
and consumed
by the earth...
All that’s left...
Is the salt
disowned by
indulgent cascades.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC
Floating in the navy blue abyss.
Weeds of the sea
floating atop the choppy water.
At first glance you wouldn't tell the difference between it and myself;
lifeless, lost, detached from where I came.
I ask it who am I?
Who are we?
It drifts south, a reminder of the love that moved on.
It's easy to depart from something so stagnant.
Each meter further down
the navy turns to black.
Alone, every life reserve severed.
Afloat within the darkness.
Here I am with only myself,
contemplating my karma.
Gravity seems to have retired at the surface.
Disoriented and empty.
Being down feels up,
and what's left feels right.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 3:54 AM UTC
A ****** in space that will see no trial.
The opaque, only a predisposition.
Atoms tear away from themselves,
on a death march to the greater void.
She consumes all,
letting love in.
It sneaks through disguised as only an energy.
It is that and more.
Through the decaying matter,
starlight.
A piercing beacon through the destruction.
Seventeen billion light years off from the light eating sphere.
A juxtaposition of the forgotten and remembered.
The atomic information perhaps lost forever.
The love lays imprisoned within, but never will die.
An energy doesn't know how.
An immortal resides inside the darkness.
Patient for its next chance.
Mathematics say a multiverse may live within the black.
Yet it all seems so naive, for we already know life thrives in destruction.
Wether it's proteins consumed or supernovas entombed.
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 5:07 AM UTC
A perfect equilibrium,
gravitationally balanced between Luna and Earth.
A place in space where peace gives birth.
Earth at my head and Luna at my feet.
Up and down does not reside here,
where my soul has found the cure.
Here I am alone, to watch the Earth kneel to its orbit.
Here in this point, hell I can forget.
The clouds become shrouds around the wet body. Mountain tips peek through weather thick and thin, piercing through the polluted sin.
Luna at my feet, in a tidal lock.
She only shows her face,
waiting on an orbital clock.
Fifty billion years till Earth returns the synchronous favor.
Looks her in the eye and and her beauty she will savor.
A thank you for the ocean wave,
and the path to life she did pave.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
Constellations
Traced for hours
In the dark of night.
Stars and planets
In a universe known
Only to my sight.
Fingers drenched in stardust
From a world that
Knows only my touch.
Senses overstimulated
By a melodic nebula
That draws in my love.
And
I could stare daily
Into the light of
That hidden milky way.
Stare evermore
Into the wonders
Of that universe
That you embody
Filled to infinity
With those precious
And forever blooming
Constellations.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC
Sometimes I forget that people change. The people you've been with won't stay with you for long. I get so used to being a part of a group that when I'm back to being a singular or solitary molecule, it feels heartbreaking.
I tend to forget that people change. Like from solid to liquid to gas. Shifting forms as they grow. Blowing up, deflate, compress; changing their mentality, preferences and their whole being to suit their surroundings.
I honestly keep forgetting the part that we'll never really remain solid. We're real life forms, changing into complex, different states of matter. And sometimes when I think there are only three states, I discover that they change into a fourth one. Or more. And I can't remain the same as what I prefer or feel comfortable with.
-m.b
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
Nothing is infinite.
Infinite is nothing.
On an infinite search within nothing,
you will never find anything.
The space within nothing is forever,
forever nothing.
Infinity is nothing.
Nothing is infinity.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 3:22 AM UTC
It's beautiful if you just float. Let the clouds give you pace on this spiritual boat.
The solar beams gleam through the steam, wafting off the radiating stream.
Beneath me a spirit, above me the genesis. Intergalactic boulders batter through the ozone. Laying waste to the land.
From the waste of destruction lays the fertility to a new world. A universe self aware. Seeded by the space rocks, for we are only atoms and bits made possible when the meteor hits.
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC