You can squeeze yourself
Into a small body
And move around like a particle,
Or be a huge body
And let waves accomplish
The same within you;
Both are valid
Forms of life.

Man ate from the sea for all history,
But now has developed technology.
Huge nets are dragged through miles of sea space,
Removing faster than Life can replace.
And what is with all these small plastic bits?
Giving sea life heavy digestive hits.
Radioactive you dump in the sea,
As bad if not worse than your mercury.
Oil spills and dead zones of phosphates and ****,
Trash and bad chemicals top off the goop.
This question arises from all in the deep,
Would you dump this stuff where you eat and sleep?
We don't understand, do you need a clue?
If you will eat us, you'll eat what we do.

Deal the cards
I nibble the bait
Same old game
Just the same

I love to play
When I’m lost
in
In false intentions

Blinded by the glow
Like a crow
Who's found the shiniest
Bottle cap
But doesn't know

It’s really not
Made of
the
The finest gold

I wise up
Call your bluff
Show me your cards
The gig is up

Seen it all
Been there before
The hand was planned

Hate to win
I haven’t won
You were never there
& you’re still gone

What is the matter
Of being
Fat
Black
Gay
Nerd
Different
Or what else?

All you can see here,
Are just Black and White
But you can still see
the beauty
inside
of these group of clauses

And I still can see,
I will always can see
your inner beauty

From those words you wrote

Sweet like honey and milk
Only the smoke will appear in the mirror
Smooth like silk
I couldn't understand it any clearer

I wish i could stop the times i experience a profound sadness of unopened events of my heart and future self  in the span of time for things I haven't experienced yet

I couldn't bear anymore of the weight in my interior
Exterior
Inferior of all the things engraved in me

To think I am a fragile being constantly tossed in to a vortex ripped apart fished out and put back together

We are one of them

Thinking of a time only drunk and high questions yet

Still thinking sober thoughts of things you haven't decided to even have the time to think of yet

This is all still the same recital

Of things untitled

Power is a living flame
Seeking its’ own expansion
Devouring all in its’ path
Corpulent beast
Of infinite hunger
Caring not what carnage
Burns in its’ wake

Get impassioned, get informed, get involved, because our ignorance makes us impotent, irrational, idiotic invalids, incapable of inquiry, and strips us of our individuality. Time to step up and take back what's yours. Hedge fund managers and securities brokers hold a cumulative trillion + dollars in assets. While you're living on minimum wage, working 2 jobs, struggling with job security, or drowning in student debts; they rake in 9 figure incomes by gambling with other people's money, and get tax breaks that come out of your pocket. Your voice is not insignificant, you are just as important as the people you idolize. Believe in yourself and extend it to others. We are the collective majority, and we have been conned. Together, we have the power to make a change for the better, so spread the word, and tell em you heard: get impassioned, get informed, get involved.

It's hard to talk on the phone
Can't quite focus on what they're saying
Stuttering and stammering for words
At loss for what to say
Then you have the words again
You say the words you mean to say
They come out sounding weak and jagged,
Meek and lame
And you feel useless in the department of speaking
Your heart beats and jumps wildly at the attention you never wanted, the attention that seems to put an untold amount of pressure and judgement upon you
You never feel like talking again, except to maybe voice an opinion someone might actually care about
You panic when someone new talks to you
Heart thumping madly to get out of your chest, telling you to get out of this situation

This is not a cold, not the flu
Not something you can get over too

quest for years.
this is the journey.
but is it the path?
is it the purpose?
does it lead to knowing?

is it the most masterful deception?
or the superlative acquisition?

fall to the ground wailing.
do the exalted exist?
are there romanticisms in the signs?
were they merely white walls
housing dark souls

Seeing happy holiday faces
Sappy sentiment and saccharine smiles
** ** **, and jolly jelly laughs
Pondering the likelihood
That their smiles are as porcelain as my own
Painted lips in Victorian red
Eyes done up in glitter and paint
Hoping that happy leaches into grown ups
From the wonder and joy that is the truth of babes

Online Greetings e-mailed Promised Meetings
Five minute friends Leave Fleetingly

The person who loves you is more important than the person whom you love....
It is seldom in the life that the person whom you love is the person who loves you so much...and it is unfortunate...