May 27, 2013
I let it take control of my mind. Disappearing in a mist of haze; wandering for days. Searching. Seeking. Finding. Fitting into my piece, so I could spread amongst the rest. So I could fit and be apart of it: the Great Mystery. Truth. So I can understand the meaning of life. Is my path determined? Do I have free will? Can I escape this? All I know is that everything is connected. Earth is a single component; a mere microscopic portion of the entire universe, which is compromised of more than the human mind can understand at this point in time.  

A little stardust.

How is it possible that less than five percent of our oceans have been discovered? Are we ignorant to the fact that when earth started experiencing life, it was in the depths of the ocean. Hence, all production of landscape, the animal kingdom, primitive and current **** sapiens, technology, advancement, and discovery of our past is a creation from the sea billions of years ago. Everything on earth is composed of gasses that came from the universe: what simplistic thinking.
Humans fighting against humans, to taste eachothers blood in the name of “victory”, a game to exploit and prevent eachother form an equalized entirety. When will all work towards progress, instead of the demise of the "other". When will we realize our brothers and sisters are not our enemies. How connected the human race is as a species;

does anyone realize?

Class Mammalia, which consists of over 5000 species, is a single group of the animal kingdom, yet humans are classified by each other on basis a of enhanced melanin, and physical traits. Do dogs laugh at us? Ah, I used the term race and everyone decides to think it means colour, or some stupid stereotype!
what have we come to?

When will we reach our heads out of our ***** and realize what surrounds and encompasses us as a whole? A consistent river that flows with time, shining mortality by with plenty adventures, constantly writhing. No control. Like I am a mere droplet in the ocean, licking the coastline, bathing in the sunlight. Creating, and being created.

Its amazing isn’t it?

this morning, at 3:17

I was laying on your chest

awake

listening to your heartbeat

and I realized that

it is no longer my favorite song

goodbye

Sick of waiting for a truth I’ll have to find.
Eating from the inside.
Only your heartbeat calls back to me.
Rustling through the wind
Chanting to the beat of the drum
Calling me
Entrancing me
Entrapping my entirety.

So sick of all the wasted days
Ive used in angst to hear your name


A look at life through a simple lense
Something to which I do not contend
A simple agreement, accepted by fate
A burrowing shadow,
Encrypting my soul
Elating control
Until I’m no more.

At a loss of words
But submerged in pools of throughts
Spewing words up stream
All astray,
so complex yet so far away
Yet connected through time
In such a simple way

My life is but a silly rhyme

Beginning an end is hard enough.

Running through to catch the haze
Along the midst of yesterdays
To fill my lungs so I can scream
Out all the pain of being left here


You are the song I sing
A breath of air
That holds your lungs


I want to shake my brain until it falls out of ym head
And onto the floor
So I can read and write what I think
So I will be confused no more

I would write you a poem

to tell you how I feel

but when you left

the melodic flow that

passionately pieced

my words together

followed you

out

the

door

there are a few things

about death that

frighten me

the sound of the shriek my mother will make

and the

permanent frown my dad will have

every time he stares into the distance

and the

tear drop that will stain my siblings cheeks

every night

and the

lump that will never leave

my best friends throat

there are a few things

about death that

frighten me

and

none of them happen to be

dying

I can hear:
                   The depth of the silence
And in the distance,

                  It waits.
Lurking between the grey solitude of here
                                                                            And there.
Then and now.

Synchronizing
The ambient future,
Reflecting a shriek of joy and pain
                                                             cries of laughter,
that lick its lips around the coast
To taste this moment.

Is it real
Stay now.
be here now.

For the past is illusive,
Dividing the mystical thought,
From a maximized reality.
Do not wait for a sunset that’s everlasting,
But live in the grass seed
            Of today.

It grows as dawn sheds night
And early day brings rain
That clouds the everlasting light
From withering your core.
From the solitude of tomorrow.
The memory of yesterday, to pass way
for today.

                                 But there is no tomorrow.

Always standing in front of the wall
Waiting for the strength to break through
The bricks to tumble, the spark of sunlight to warm me;
Embrace me; fill me.

Waiting, always waiting.
Will the bomb ever fall? Destruct whats been created?
Tumble dry, collapse among the wet grass.
[Who built you up? Who made this?]
Standing in the same position, shading others from the sun.
Break down-
let me see the inside: shine through.

Sinking in the hands of time,
The granules slip amidst a common dream.
Time going slower than speed.
Scared for the empty palm, the vision of skin.
So I hide-
I fill the palm until it overflows.

But stopping still in whats become,
Waiting for the thread to come undone;
So I can slip and fade;
Relying on the things that keep me sane-
Making me insane.


And then what will the morning show?
The same reflection casting; catching the current
Flowing with the river
Tangling in the cool water, kissing the breeze.
Can I just get a taste?

Ive watched you grow and retreat
Ive seen the waves come close
And get ****** back in
I've watched the green dance with blue;
The combination of salt and air,
That soothes the rough current.
You’ve come close and pulled back,
Swallowed me whole and spit me out.
But no matter where the tide may go, the salt is always its product,
No matter how far you get from the shore,
The current will send you back again.

As the sun smirks.

Shades of red shinning through the curtains,
  bouncing off the walls.

Red, red, red dripping down the warm skin,
  stealing all the life.

Red in the morning, the middle of the night,
  creeping down your neck with a knife in the back.

Red in the dark and red in the light,
  red on your breath and red in your bed.

Take a brush, paint it red,
  your whole world is red!