Betterside. By Sanusi @mrpoeticuniverse .

Believe,  U awesome, just keep writing and living, obliterate suicidal thoughts, commit negativecide, inferiorcide, lonelicide, depressioncide, memoricide impregnated with suicidal thoughts adopt loveside, generosityside, charityside, happyside, joyouside, succorside, humanitarianside and feel the rays of the betterside. Here is a little work for you let it accomplish a smileside upon heartside.

What's the biggest lie ever told she asked:
Awaiting some general answers she waited..
With gleaming eyes he mutter say something why the halt she inquired impatient.
After a long halt the words finally metamorphosis into a single statement.
Everything is going to be alright.

Care for you..
Care for you, is underrated.
Cause in reality no one is going to care for you more than you.

It's a come back like no other..
For the days gone by in isolation has been full of knowledge unprecedented.

The 3 are in conflict..
The No 3 represents all the elements that Control the universe..
3 dimensions the 4 and 5 are illusions.
3 degrees the forth is fakir.
3 is trinity in divine.
3 is trinity in person soul and mind..
But there's always a conflict in between.

Wanted to take you on a cruise ride, but you are afraid of the waters..

The diary of a  blazing soul.....

Worshipy like a dog at the shrine of your lies...

Our fears so often pushes us off the precipice than the treat itself  just as our fears drown us  faster than the water shrouds us.

What about us..
What about us, the dogs of life..
The children that need to be loved..
The children forgotten....
The floatsams..

How are we even afraid of what we cannot run from...

IF THIS IS NOT LOVE..
IF THIS IS NOT LOVE, nothing else can be love..
Emotions beyond words!
Beauty beyond perception and appearance!
A luster she is, from a different dimension entire..
She is like the waters never fights but conquereth all,
Takes the form, shape of every container yet never loses her state..
Effect so strong from a distance, quite imponderable.
Orator looses his sense of speech when in contact,  audio or visual.
An entire topic of discussion conceived, changed at sight..
Mere thought of thee transforms a state completely.
Ignites all plans with just a little flu of hope from thee.
Do everything for the sake of thee even at the absence of thee..
For thy sake the world is not enough, ready to attain the other,  at least that might satisfy and assuage his inflamed desires.
Even this scribbling is not enough,  forgive and accept the token of a scribbling , cause he found no better way yet..  Still rummaging through the earth and heavens for the perfect replacement of inscriptions..
If this is not love,
Role modelling! That's an awesome understatement, thou affected his entire being, physically and spiritually.. What else can be love..
The melody of her voice sublime and caresses his entire soul..
Like the rhythm from a fine melodious masterpiece blues, she rejuvenates his positive emotions.
Blessed is thee,  thy has reconditioned all his misappropriatedly conditioned neuron associations..
Inscriptions are not worthy enough to express this feelings.

IF THIS IS NOT LOVE..
IF THIS IS NOT LOVE, nothing else can be love..
If this is not love, love,  existence is falsified.
Emotions beyond words!
Beauty beyond perception and appearance!
Effect so strong from a distance, quite imponderable.
Orator looses his sense of speech when in contact,  audio or visual.
An entire topic of discussion conceived, changed at sight..
Mere thought of thee transforms a state completely.
Ignites all plans with just a little flu of hope from thee.
Do everything for the sake of thee even at the absent of thee.
For thee sake the world is not enough, ready to steal the afterworld,  at least that might satisfy and assuage his inflamed desires.
Spend hours composing messages and notes just for she sake.
Influences all act of me without impact..
Even this scribbling is not enough,  forgive and accept the token of a scribe, cause he found no better way yet..
Spend hours composing messages and notes just for she sake.
Influences all act of me without impact..
  Still rummaging through the earth and heavens for the perfect replacement of inscription..

The more I try to stay distracted the more I stayed focused.
The more I try to stay focused the more I get distracted..

Considering some pages I've covered, quite immersed I can be in nonsense.
Nonsense, immaterial..
Nonsense, derailed..
Nonsense, abnormal..
Nonsense, beauty..
Nonsense, imperfection..
Nonsense, is doglike..
Doglike is godlike... Yeah, thought crime, alot of things considered too sacred to ponder.. that's the program, the matrix.. But with poetry, THOUGHT CRIME is godly.
Thought crime.. is
the universal law of creation.
the wonders of the world are born.
Civilization is born.
Solutions are discovered.
Guilty and escape or innocent and bound. Your choice.
DOG.
Dog is uncleanness yet godlike in all ramifications.
Jealousy.
Longing..
Pure..
Loving..
Ever accommodating..
Protective..
Peaceful..
Violent..
Kind..
But most important it's ever forgiven and never complaining..
It's the friend I crawl back to after given up myself to the sharp edges of sins,
as others fled seeing me down with bruises, it cleans my sores without disdain and accompanies me.
Can you be with a
MAD man. He asked.?
Mad
Not in violence,
MAD in words..
MAD in poetry..
Oh mad,
Have he just unlocked the portal..?
Making a difference with words is the "IKIGAI".
Orders might follow suit,
Breakdown one..
Two in the process..
Immersed in nonsense finding it hard to discover myself in the sense..
The MAD lines..
First timer in the MAD lines, old-timer in the LOVE and SORROW lines..
MAD lines are..
Sensitive...
Creative.
Adaptive.
In-Sanity..
Unsensored..
Derail­ing..
Dark humor..
Lies...
Liers can't make heaven they say,
But even when he lies he made it to heaven...
Why lit candles while going to the source of light, little ounce...
Are u trying to compare your Shadow with God's?
Shadow..
An object coming between a ray of light and a surface.
The twist is in the rays of light and the surface, which do you belong..?
Don't understand?
You are not meant to, just flow along the lines..
Until you get to the end of the rope just then a glimpse of light might appear, Hold on to the rope..
Hold...
The breathe.
The courage.
The life..
Yeah, hold, hold on to these lines Coz you might miss them someday..

How swiftly sweetness can easily be transformed into austerity even the best of minds have their fetish...

So much for just a moon day..

"Mr Boon"
It's really been a while I came across that adorable senile man " Mr Boon", maybe he's just too vexed with me,  maybe he's not please with our last meeting, cause I was too rash on the dusty.
Oh dear good senile man "Boon" don't be too ******* me not to pave on my pavement again. I know, I might have just been quite infantile the last time, and we never learn. But does not everyone deserve a twoth?

You are my poetry..

Never forget being a human..
Most times in the quest and dedication of things brought about by imagination we forget the art of being human, it will be too great a catastrophe to loose humanity completely...
Stagnation is the primal curse..
Stagnation can be confused.
Not moving is stagnation, which is bad..
But..
Moving in one direction,
disregarding other aspect is stagnation.
Excessive obsession is worst.
Not looking back is terrible..
Not looking forward is detrimental..
Not in the present is dilutions..
In this Sense focus is misappropriated...
Everything is dilutional except the art of being human..
Humanity... Is
Consideration..
Accommodation..
Moderation..
Adaptation.
Repro­duction..
Transpiration.
Respiration.
Transformation..
Aspiration­..
Imagination.
So on the list travels into the desert of words unsaid...
Disregarding any of these is inhumane..
Excessive obsession on any of these is inhumane..
Countless bygone civilization of ages dissipates into the abyss of inhumane and never returned..

How pain is seen determines the accomplishments..
So.....
How do you see pain?
Limitations or Elevations...

Lord forgive me if I ever act ungrateful, coz uve given me more than I asked for and deserved..

The burden of the sky..
The burden of the sky is the replenishment of the earth..

It drains too much energy 🤧 and i fret I'll burn out ere it infer coz I can't afford to burn out here or now.. 😔 hope u understand and  step on or stay with minimal draining.

What becomes of the handful of leaves from
the young tree which is sawed off at the root?

I almost lost myself to the petty traumatic battle of the boundless infinity.
I almost surrender to the battle array of the mind game.
Oh how often the game turns against the owner, in the arena of petty distractions.

I was loosing myself.
I'm a poet..
It lives in me...

I write not because i am sad but because i'm inspired.

What can a slave offer anyway...
That's the mind of the slave masters and the slaves... What an epical irony transmuted into the genes of the future.. so says, it goes The sins of the fathers...
The slave dealing of ancient times, the mill might have been removed but the wind still blows

Hearts filled with glorious candor upon perceiving it..
Skins gladdens upon it's rays..
Nature is rejuvenated upon it's sparkle..
It envelops the vast gloomy soul into a singulate bloomy hyperbole.

Sleep in the eyes,
Hunger in the belly,
Straying memories augmented with dreams,
Striving to relegate the soul into a limbo.
The fire in the soul strives to keep it alive..