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 Jul 2016
complexify
There was a legend
Unknown to mankind
It has been kept secret
From the minds of ordinary.

It was about the Sun and the Moon
And about a little boy who knew.

The Moon always said to him
Whenever the darkness veils
'Don't worry, in darkness I'll light your path.'
But when the Sun rose, the Moon flee.
It was said until then
That the Moon was a she
And the Sun was a he.

Every single day
Until eternity
The Sun would be chasing his fate.
He was convinced
That the Moon is his soulmate
And he should ask the Moon for a date.

The little boy knew their story
And he knew more than he should
About the God's infinite decree.

The Moon, however
Was convinced that
The Sun is not her soulmate
She was told that if he succeeded in his pursue
The world would be ripped.

In pain, the little boy watched their parade
Days and nights, time seemed to fade.

What's so hard for them to go on one date
Even though the skies are the ones at stake?
idk?
 Jul 2016
J Robert Fallon III
Constantly dreaming. Yet, my body continues working like a machine, keep the pistons steaming and clean.

One day we will awaken to the reality of it all, and take one giant leap for mankind, yet still so small.

When will we learn that our minds are the true source of work, not the hours of constantly bending and scooping filthy pounds of dirt.

While necessary and a dream to some, working for them ignores the membership to the new Country Club, but a fight for chances to escape hell, their homes, the slum.

We take for granted how easy we have it, sitting behind our constantly evolving superficial habit, chasing pre-determined dreams so we will Just Do It, even if we must illegally grab it.

I hope for a day when work aiding the greedy is no longer, and we can finally concentrate on the true goal of developing our world and mind together.

Without the ****** conflicts, what will slimy men above do? They will shake at night in their beds, worried to death that their defeat is in the population's collective heads

Knowledge is power, and power in this century is undefined; materialistic riches lose their value quickly when you can create things with your mind.

Open the floodgates to creativity, and finally use the power of connectivity. We must step up, and stand together, when we begin developing the future for our new century.
 Jul 2016
complexify
I am
That kind of person
Who can easily make new friends
And also the one to easily lose one.

But it hurts me
Because I fell in love with
Every single person
I make friends with.

I fell in love
With each of their smile
Their words and their minds
Their pain and their happiness
Their uniqueness.

Sometimes it hurts to
Be the kind of string
That would get tangled up
So easily.

It's a different kind of pain
*If you're feeling what I'm feeling.
Sigh.
 Jul 2016
J Robert Fallon III
Caught in trap, nowhere to hide.
In the depths where the demons hide.

You know right just as well wrong.
You justify your being wrong.

Haze filled mind with one priority.
Start to fall to pieces when you lose your inventory.

The car was pawned I hope he will do delivery.
He rings the front door and I run as quick as I can towards the enemy.

You give the money, he gives you product.
You can't take another second feeling this chaotic.

Narcotics generate the psychotic, and idiotic.
The low creates the demonic.

Why can't you just use logic.
Start a new life which isn't episodic.

Make it one that breaks the chains.
Finally find your true self and heal the strains caused by past pains.
And with no other choice but to give up the reins.

Tread lightly against the brush.
As all it takes is just one more rush.
 Jul 2016
Vincent S Coster
Eat not my Brother
For though his skin is darker than mine
His tears are no less salty
Nor is his laughter less sweet

Eat not my brother
Treat him not unlike a man
For though we are not alike on the outside
Humanity is not only skin deep
This is the poem which Vincent S. Coster's fifth collection takes its title from. He wrote it in response to the shock at seeing countless black men being killed in America by police officers. It is disgraceful that there is still officers who think it is perfectly acceptable to gun down some young man or woman simply because they have different coloured skin. It is a puny attempt on my part to speak out and shame them.
 Jul 2016
J Robert Fallon III
Shouldn’t I be in the Alps or Andes not in a baby crib?
So scared to leave the comfort of home, that I never lived.

Why can’t I grow mature and find my true self?
As the rest of society puts money and fame on the top shelf.

Passing time by, to pass the time.
Rationalize life-hindering decisions, even if the work is part-time.

Don’t let reality get in the way of your dreams,
and play into the schemes and themes of the powerful thieves.

Materialism bogging down thoughts of freedom.
Want to fly like an eagle, But the money is all spent.

How are we all so content?
 Jul 2016
complexify
whenever some of you
feel sad over someone
you might imagine it as
the ones you love
stabbing you in the back
and they expect you to apologize.

well, being someone with
a complicated mind
my anology is different.

you left me in the open sea
because you know
i'll be coming for you.

you know i always will.

the open seas was calm
but after that you summoned
the waves and hurricanes
with the order to **** me.

you know i'd survive
and you know
i would search for you
so you think you could throw
everything at me like that.

and after a while im thinking
maybe i'm overthinking us
and maybe you don't want me
so that's why you would do
such things to me

but still whenever i reached you
we would kiss like
we never did kiss before
but then you would repeat
the same cycle again.

and i would still come back to you.
Been thinking about this for a long time.
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