cyrus-agons
I'm a young philosopher. I'm a loner, I tend to talk to everyone in an anxious/hyper way during school, but I only hang out with one person out of school. Once you get to know me, I'm a chill and very spiritual person. I enjoy writing poetry as it just comes naturally to me. It's amazing, I usually write each poem in about 25 min. I feel as if it is my calling
With utter dismay, a boundless aura portrayed in which one could truly say due to the weathered soil at stake, many templates were driven
"As my sight is vague and night transitions to day, I coincide with the breeze throughout artificial structures that is my name
I ask for the gate that has embedded my mere existence unto a vivid Chirov relates"
"Lightened chatter isn't what one must towards a God as myself
A sudden suffocation of infinite concepts might, indeed help
With great remorse, we fancy for my brother
Unfortunately, how desperate Chirov had to be as he ate his developing hunger
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
Unlimited essence of floatation
The slow turn of rotation
Flying across the vast stitched multiverse
Extreme wave of beauty, but with a curse
So large, infinite if you will
Though, at float I am, still
Moving towards a planet
Gazing deep within it, I can tell it is stranded
The low gravity warped around my astral shell
Not enough to send me to a dwell
Paralyzed as its beauty is spectacular
The dark, purple atmosphere moves upon deeper into my soul
Absorbing and soaking its cosmic realm, my eyes center towards a trickle of light
A shine calling upon my invite
Invitation towards the 3rd Heaven
Still trapped within the box
The 2nd Heaven
Leaning closer, my aura and the planet's begin to lock
An increase of gravity as it embedded
Embedded a mere astral body on towards a new oasis
The closer I began, I noticed how my eye was so basic
Or was it
Creating barriers, I mustn't
Now upon the barren, desert soil
The dim black and purple formed as crystals
A plant sprouting, as the roots coil
Gazing upon the birth of one's self, a force trickles
Awaken from the deep slumber of meditation
A possibility of an infinite number of myself brings an essence of incredible invasion
Or perhaps, I'm moving forward within my soul
Moving closer towards a reality-based goal
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
Awakening upon a smooth textural cotton
Soaking energy within without knowing what had happened so often
As if I've woken from a coffin
Or if I've birthed from the planets
Or if I was earthed from the heavens
None the less, I am here
Between the astral plane?
Steaming from in to sane?
Perhaps both
Perhaps only a mere perception do I hope
I have been awoke
A purpose or so
Reaching a new surface I have known
Condensed energy through palm
So energized, though remarkably calm
Moving once
Steady, so beautiful
Psalms
Awakening eye, I have begun
Gazing, focusing towards condensed matter I have made and strung
Cotton morphed to ground
A land has been found
No past, nor future, a mere stitch of multiverse this is
Reflection of the third eye
Two beings I see between the land and sky
A man and plant
A peace
A piece
A kind
Moving towards a journey through strength, but although hate
They can't see
Though I
As I am the man and the plant
One, indeed
Just as Yin and Yang
A bane is a glory
A glory is a bane
A unique spectrum, I live
I am the different multiverse
All are different universes into multiverse
Perhaps, I am the multiverse as I am numerous unto one
The man
The plant
One soul
Two shells
As both collide, meets a view of Heaven, Reincarnation, and Hell
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
The journey of our souls and mind
This rotting world makes the path confine
The ruling of fear destroys are ability to divine
The schooling of false wisdom keeps the generation in their line
Where is the true wisdom?
Do we dare to find?
The mindless drones that we have become
Following the ones who choose our path
A shame that few know that not doing so is wrath
The dumb whittle away on their machines to the system and point to the wise ones and laugh
That's the agenda; slaves to the system
No minds to think for ourselves
Accept the fact that your inner soul needs help
Accept the temporary bond you have with your shell
Accept the sore in the center of your heart before it begins to swell
Break away from the omnibus system and you shall be well
Aches in ones spirit foreshadows Hell
Live today as if your last
One mustn't focus on the past
Future is the major independent variable in this universe
Form the open mind that one desperately needs as not doing so will make it worse
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
The plant, ego, beauty, and journey
Nothing is trapped, nothing is free, all is learning
Soul flamed by the fuel, though not burning
It shall continue hurting
It shall continue to hurt only through your perception
A link between mind and soul much?
A link between a design, Lord, and such
Grazing upon the gentle terrain
Leading upon unique worlds
Feeding upon love and hate
Moving only on mere fate
One has found his mate
One has found himself
One has found pain
All have lead a journey
Moving towards one another, they meet
Beauty herself sings
Soul and ego brings peace
Plant has brung strength
Love, peace, and strength
It's as the if the journey were complete
It is far from the end
Has it even begun?
It merely stays
With a purpose
Three moving within one reaches a surface
Nirvana perhaps?
No, very far from
Peace, yes
Wisdom and knowledge were gained
Though, how can they be gained if the two were there?
This is only a mere meet
As we have returned to the next set of keys
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
Continuos flow of energy
Constant movement of Karma within
Into one, I am
Inside, is the bliss of sin
One we are, not friends
The gift of wisdom
The sift of ignorance
Vast perceptions merged and formed
Knowledge, combined in gorged
A gift from The Lord?
Or a curse from Satan?
Thou shall not eat from the tree of knowledge
However, I am the tree of knowledge
The Hell of knowing every grain created and stored
Beauty has lost it's adorn
What was incredibly coated with Nirvana
Was showered in deceive
Temptation for more
Now temptation to leave
Trapped within the plant's leaf
My soul longs to bleed
Others were temped and souls were linked
Rebellion against the omnibus seed is what we desperately need
Disguised in good
Though, evil is what it truly feeds
Our souls making it stronger
Its goal is to bring Yin on it's knees
A twisted spirit it has, indeed
The only way to break away is my belief
But, our will is what it keeps
In my reality
In our reality
In its reality
Therefore it is real
The 6 of us are broken by our decapitation of our fancy to build
Links to the above are destroyed
The bond between the man and the plant must be killed
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
Vision grasping towards the will of hope
Light slumbering towards the shell nurturing the glimpse of future that is beholden
Back unto a wondrous, yet paralyzed energy as her flow of emotion continues and goes
Shells in a state of vulnerability, though unafraid as they urge to unfold
Between, apart, past, and future spreads unknown
Anxiety, hype, the constant thoughts stop along with relaxed state of the other
Harmony?
Tranquility?
Love?
Glimpse, decreasing sight
Blur bringing again, the hype
Only the one sight of infinite odds facing both lives
Ego dominance takes strive
Even through the eyes of evil, harmony continues to meet
Questioning, 'Who is of thee'
We?
Ego pleasure of lust along with the souls fondness of love, now is one
Communicating in mere false
They still converge between the now broken wall
Science, nor nature howling the call
A mystery to us all
Explore?
Along with your good will in my arms
My Annabel Lee, Yoko, the soul whom I long
Minds in same state, higher we shall become
Pain, harm, agony
All of you I want to wash
Gazing upon tunnels connecting each other's realities
Perceiving what each other see
Leaving each other's gleam
Beauty herself within my dream
Our dream
The world we share
A bond formed by care
Passion, perhaps fate?
My lady, I must ask, 'Are we what each other perceive?'
My lady, do you feel the same as I?
My lady, were you the one within the desert that I had foreshadowed and past by?
My lady, were you the one whom I have failed in the life before?
With honesty and whole, my lady, I am sorry
With imagining, we shall grow
Do you dare to imagine with me?
Do we dare to seek anger, lust, greed, but also love and the answer to what we live?
Through my closest ability to express ones's soul, I want you to know, we are real, multidimensional, as we are devoured by the cliff and end, I long for our energy to spread across the earth dusting others in the path we will walk
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
Reality
False galaxies
Accepting so is rather challenging
Resenting though, is rather cowardly
Our dimensions stack unto this universe and creates what is real
Soft, hard, wet, rough are all unique realities of what one feels
No evil, no good, only what one makes of the subject
I may love, others may hate, few must ****
The converging of realities with others makes the original heal
What my reality makes of love reveals others to see energy that turns one ill
My eyes, your eyes
They meet and dilate
Do they see each other's reality?
Do they meet our beautiful perceptions of what is a light?
Move into one another's mind to make yours entice
Life is making something of nothing
Coming a long journey from our ancestors who have made the 'reality' we have now
We have forgot to think for ourselves, mind controlled by the past, by the dead, by minds like ours
Awe and wow
We are all ignorant only fueled by the ignorance before us
******* gazing upon what seems to be higher
Though all they are is a higher form of ******
The wiser one is, the more one is a ******
None of was truly know reality as a glimpse that slithers
It slithers shortly giving each one of us a piece of the puzzle
Later, the puzzle will become completely gone
Our realities will become bigger through the art of believing
The puzzle will wither
What is truly real will be gone
There only be false
Others that are longed
You see a false, but a real design through your eyes
As one reality has taught me this, I made his realer
Thus what we have is bliss
******* formed by a real master
In my false reality, as this is the beauty of life
Every one of us need our realities to be heard
They need to merge
Though, one mustn't let other realities limit theirs
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
Finding myself in an enclosed arena on an artificial earth
Darker than a demon's spirit, I bent down and grasped the dirt
The cold of ice, the life in death, I soon learned
This battlefield had been produced by my consciousness and birthed
Light now completely showing the entire landscape, I turned
My heart gaped at the horrid beasts that were supposed to be ****** and burned
Making eye contact with one's soulless, ink drizzled eyes, I began to hurt
These beings weren't meant to cause physical pain, but to drive my spiritual body into their world of no return
Refusing to listen to the message my inner self was trying to tell me, I ran towards the being with the soulless eyes
Reaching towards my reach, I grabbed the beings legs and took it down for the devil to die
Gouging out the marbles within the demon's head seemed much more simple than I thought as it refused to fight
Anger raging as I stuck my hand down it's throat attempting to pull out the closest thing the being had to a heart as it still refused to bite
Gazing upon it's empty soul through what once had been his eyes was an omnibus smile
The ******* was in extreme joy as it ate the negative energy up
Revolted, I froze except for my insides in which what only came out was bile
What was once disgust, morphed into grimace
I studied myself and noticed how I wasn't much different from him when it was finished
Now crying tears of what seemed to be the blood of the demon, a third eye was formed in the middle of my forehead showing how it was still committed
Voices screaming as if they were banshees were in my what seemed to be head
The torture and agony of what it put me threw couldn't make me comprehend that it seemed to still be dead
The pain grew worse and worse as I begged for death to knock at my soul to put to rest until the emerging of a hand
A palm had ripped the skin from my back
The being's nails felt as if they were ripping my entire body
In what felt like a day, the entire demon emerged from me
The happiness from its inner cold soul blossomed as it heard me
Using the last ounce of strength I had, I called upon The Lord
The demon screamed of pain I couldn't even comprehend as the blast of noise ripped it's vocal chords
The Lord is the one to lean on when desperate, content, and even fine
Face death with the will of kind
Especially when you're fighting within your mind
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
The softness of silk
The hardness of leather
Through the eyes of nature, none is better
The land we live chooses our fondness of sweater
The past has shaped our unique visions
We mustn't fight fate, but let her
Let her give us the eyes rather they be glorious or inquisitive
You can not help who you are as can't everyone else in this world
We're all caught in different whirls
Instead of showing hatred and adversity, shine acceptance and empathy for we are all closer than one thinks
Everyone has felt as if they were a waste of space
Same as if they have been grasped by an angel
The ultimate goal for one's life is to leave a trace
A mark of their own upon this earth
A small crack for others to see as they walk their unique path
Something for others to cry or laugh
The 'gifts' that we have aren't what they seem, but forms for each of us to express one's souls
The more we gaze upon the past, the less our beautiful future unfolds
For the holes that one leaves behind, another must be born in order to add cement back unto it, but keep a crack
Yin and Yang
The constant battle of good and evil
Though, both must exist in order for energy to recycle back
We all ask The Lord 'Why' when holes enter our roads
We wouldn't be able to appreciate the good that we stumble upon that has been sewn
When you look past the aspect of good and evil, we are all stunningly gorgeous
When others use spiritual practice, not only them, but others see how complex they are
Some find fondness in how complex they are as others shun
That is why at least one soul adores us
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC