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  Nov 2014 The Messiah Complex
BF
Confident dreams of a love-lettered tomorrow
by one with an over eager heart.
"Get lost. Find everything."

The clutch of her heart mirrored the clutch of his stick
as the night was lost eighty miles too fast.
"Get lost. Find everything."

The smell of lavender, swollen lips, hands and limbs.
A comfortable, misleading sleep.
"Get lost. Find everything."

Who knew lavender could be so cruel?
Icarus burned by the sun, Zelda by Scott.

A thrill? Perhaps. As graceful as a goodbye can be.
Thank you for the experience.
**Lose him. Find yourself.
Inspired by the events of October/November 2013
lead only,
read only,
craft yourself a better poet,
after you have crafted yourself
a better being

leaders are dragged to the fore

selected and elected,
pushed and pulled

be wary of those who shout
and boast
Follow Me,
for they think not of you,
they think only of the me in us,
their glory in your gore

do not follow me,
I shall not follow you.

let us each lead by example
and upon the shoulders
of our fellows will we be lifted
spontaneously combined, but not combusted

then, especially then,
go quietly inside yourself amidst the haste

for fellowship endures,
but fame fleeting,
and the adorers will soon flee
to the next prince of promises,
and when to the ground you slide,
slipped from their tilting shoulders,
be unsurprised
a nibble of love
         a quarrel ending like a pebble
thrown
         too quickly into the raucous sound
echoing and to(ing) or fro(ing)
          the ripples into the ocean
again.

small is time
          the ******  once fed you
growing you saw it as seafood
          raw like sushi
You drown  into the tiniest man must have
ever lived
         your notions
memories hidden.
  Nov 2014 The Messiah Complex
Sjr1000
I began as a spot
of mud
flipping off a comets
rushing tail
frozen in ice
I survived the fall
a few moments of
organic molecules
landing on one
vast continent
integrated
into a minuscule
whole
I became alive
alive for this time
and
all time.

But

There were forces
moving inside of
me
call it what you will
continental drift
tectonic plates
powerful forces
which fragment me
over time.

I come together
I divide
but the cycles
don't stop there
like our love
as all these
parts and particles
slam back together
in a single mind.

Pangaea!  I once
called you home
it was the only place to be
I knew who
and what I
was
but I have become
divided and split
even my dreams are
fragments of scattered
lands.
My center can not
hold for long
as competing desires
beg to be known.

As eternity picks
me up and sends
me on my way
as I scatter back
to those solar
winds
disintegrate to
a spot of DNA
whisked off this
planet
and arrive on
the back of a
sailing comet
frozen for eons
long
to once again
through happenstance
fall
onto a foreign
planet -
home again to
my private
Pangaea
unity
begins the
cycle
all over
again.
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