It's amazing, the ways that we can think about someone; when we know we love them in a certain way, many different lights can be thought up.
Even when a bulb goes out, it's still amazing, the ways we can think about each other, when we love another in a certain way.

You can give away 100 dollars, as a dollar each to anyone who asks you for change, for a week straight.

When you go broke, you can ask 10 people for a nickle, for three days straight. And when they all say no, remember that that's their character, not yours.

That's not your karma.
That's their intention.

Keep your intention while receiving their treatment. God forbid you have to deal with a selfish man's karma.

Has anyone with influence read this?
Point me in the direction of other poets? If you would; have my name mentioned once, I will mention yours for a few years, as a debt paid?

I have something to share.
Not something to say.

Would you allow me? To be here, amongst you, feeling more than myself, wanting to meet the rest of our clan?

Let me know.

B_seuss ♧♢♡♤

Imagine if you will.
The matrix is full.
Not a megabyte more of information can
be stored.
An eruption occurs, like a charge in the sky that collides to make lightning.
We see the light first; the sound comes as fast as it was far. Yet the light and the sound occurred at once.
We see this big bang, yet only talk about it later.
What we can see, afterwards, as we discussed, is our perception.
So we call what we can perceive the universe.
And that's what we are still likely to even want to discuss.
What we may never fully understand, is why we will never be able to perceive where the information is leaking from; growth seems to be infinite, but we come to understand more that there must be some limit.
One megabyte to much.
How ever, we will never be able to perceive the information that the matrix first contained before it had to let such pressure be released.
So what shall we call the non perceived reality?









Perhaps we could call it,












God.















All in favor ?

I guess I had to lose a lot of precious people, by treating others bad, before the universe permitted me to keep people in my life using the super power it gave me.
..no its not hypnosis. It's simply treating people good.

Why did I trust you?
Probably because your eyes are brown, the colour of stability, and solid being.
The Back of my Conscious felt okay.
Yet I should of listened to the front of the sub-aware in me.

Why was I so scared of you?
Perhaps because your eyes are red the colour of blood, feeling of rage and dread.
The back of my head found you irresistible.
The rest of me felt you were my death.

Why didn't I listen to you years ago?
Most likely because your eyes are blue.
Such a soft vibe, lethargic and gloom.
Yet soon I was cradled by a friend, and that was you.

After I'd been impaled by nails, the eyes I doubted conformed me the most.
To doubt her very potential, because of a soft colour; if not for my friend that one night, I'd be a ghost.

I trusted the sound of softness, blinded by art; little did I acknowledge a poison dart. The brown eyed lady, promises or not, taught me to never ignore my own heart.

Not much left to be spoken.
I just fell in love with the woman bearing blood red eyes.
She told me who she was with the first half glance.

Rage, dread.
Yet passion.

Intense.

But why was I so scared of you?
When we were friends.

Did you know you can trick the brain; even if there is no trick. Simply by tricking it into thinking that it's been tricked.

"I can't believe you drank it"
*spits out water