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Nicole Potter Sep 2013
Such an odd and incredulous thing
When you choose to give up your humanity
Your personhood
Your heartbeat
The rise and fall of your chest
As your lungs take in
This constantly polluted air.

The exhaust from humanity
The perishable efforts
Are none.

How many of us have already given up
The face of hope
The walk of life
Yet continue to flop across the earth
As a fish out of water,
A proper environment
Dug out and exposed,
Chopped down and rolled over,
Creating this
New World
Where the words ‘take what you need’
Are never uttered.

Where the concept of helping those in need
Does not involve you
Unless directly connected.
Even then it is seen as an obligation,
Not just a reaction,
A simple kindness when you have
Extra.

When did this die?
           When can I die?

So this choice to physically leave,
Finally be rid of this disaster we have come to call life
And Government
And Responsibility
And Religion,
And Teaching…

All of it fabricated by faulty,
Hardly even there
Morals.
Designed to keep in check,
To placate,
To keep distracted as you believe you are
Being ****** dry…

Well you are,
We all are.
Yet
Here, with this ability to communicate
I am better off.

There are so many people in the world
Waiting for the bandage to be ripped off,
Enduring those moments of
Eye watering pain
So that the wound may find air,
May find healing breath and
Action to make as
One.

There is more than enough for everyone to be
Happy and
Well taken care of.
So that not another soul feels lonely,
Another belly goes malnourished.
Enough so that every person will never have to worry
About sustenance again.

What would this world order look like?

It could be filled with innovation
And design
And the hopefully True Nature
Of Humanity to thrive
Together,
To build on each others successes.
Instead of this endless jealousy,
This backwards mentality that we are on this earth
Alone.

That we are all meant to sacrifice each other to be
The last one standing.
Well if that just happens to be you…
Then what?

What happens now?


When you think you have everything you need
Except that saving voice,
That soulful touch,
That incredulous connection to another.

Where did it go?
It has been demolished,
On the wrecking site for years.

I do not want to wait for that time,
When things implode.
It is already bad enough,
I cannot walk through this
Fake and tired path
Anymore.

We are animals locked in conditions to
Mimik our true atmosphere...
When those barriers crash down,
Coughing up the dust and misery
You will be left with
Absolutely no understanding of the Earth.

Introduced to the earth,
Humanity would
Perish.

I am already alone,
Just let me go,
Though pleading useless,
As simply no one
Is Listening.


**Sept 29, 2013
Nicole Potter Sep 2013
Everything Lost
                        Time to Perish
No effort
                No desire
Nothing left to find
                  Nothing left to carry forward
Not a Single
    Reason.
                   Wanted someone to care
A single entity to
                               Try.
And no one did.
                              
                                When thoughts go sour,
                                                           ­      bitter
                                                          ­       foul
                                                            ­     wretched
                                                                ­ All encompassing
Getting to the final moments
             Someone strange
                                             always seems to reach out.
How odd,
                   why does that happen?
Some ridiculous
                              Faux Pas
                                          To keep attached?

Shut up,
                Stop talking,
                                       No ones listening to you.
Sleep halts thoughts...
             Only bringing hours
                      For More
Struggling to leave the room
                                   leave your mind
Just a quietly
                        loud existence
That was never given a chance to echo.
        
                 Screams reverberate to own ears
Seeming to pass through
                                                or Around
Every Single Person
                                         Tried to connect with.
So this infinite Silence
                                           And Misery
Is already lived.
                                
                               Except that it should never be lived
A soul should not scream unto deaf ears.
Feeling more lonely than if  
                                                        Chos­en to be Invisible.
For then the cloak could be shaken off,
                                                            ­          Join fellow humanity.

Here it is peaking around corners,
                 hiding behind doors,  
                 changing pace and direction to avoid the crowds,
                 or follow the crowd because that is easier than cutting a
                                   True Path.

So the chest rises heavy,
                                           sinking further
Compacted.
                       As the heels of your feet stomp over this
Useless,
                 faintly beating heart...
Replacing it's ever faulty rhythm
                                                    With something steady.

**Sept 29, 2013
Nicole Potter Sep 2013
How to come back to Truth
         When already lost,
         When already demolished,
                                                    I'll try not to
                                                         Lie
So many
               'omnipotent'
Things.
               Are you
                              One?
of Many?
                Absolutely.
Do not question.
                             Just Be.
As dual.
              Live with wondrous conviction
So That,
               You do not Know
                                  Time.
Yet,
        Have complete control of
                                   It.
Use the Brain.
                        Not take time off.
This is with everything,
                                        You Are Entire
                                              Being.
Nicole Potter Sep 2013
Should admit quiet confession?
              So tired of being a slave
To a structure
                        I Fabricated
To You
To You
         To an Idea.
Just leave it to
                        Ferment.

**Aug 26, 2013
Nicole Potter Sep 2013
Who are we trying to impress?

               IMPRESS YOURSELF!

Why always come back to appearance?

                 SIGHT, FIRST.

Soiled communication?
                  Become so fearful
                                     so irritating
                                         so time consuming
                                             so
     out
                              of
                            ­                     the
       way.
All have been planted.
                                        Roots deep.
                   As trees.
No choice.
                    Just break through
       Wherever the seed falls
Fighting to
                    Thrive.

**Sept 26, 2013
Nicole Potter Sep 2013
Burning hours you do not feel fit to see
                Accomplishing Nothing
Waiting to feel wanted
                                         While the world carries on.
You put yourself there.
                                           Do not be coy
Dance into false reason again.
                    This is True.
Proven time and again.
                 Does the soul not rise once active?
Work through the Burning
                                                Fear.
   ­     They are just as you,
Remember 'The Egg"
               Use Caution.
All are you,
                     parts of you.
Parts manifesting stronger,
                                                 different traits.
         Know who connects,
                                               who does not.
Must inject yourself in places
                                           Where interaction can take place.
           Stop Being Afraid.
                                     Where does the fear surge?
Where is it's destination,
                                             where does the current start?
There is no End Game.
                                  It is simply
                                                       Inhabilitating.


**Sept 16, 2013
Nicole Potter Sep 2013
Can you have all that you desire?
               Actually Everything?
Many paths cross,
                           Every Single Day.
New faces added to your
                                              collection for Dreams.
Some align a little longer
                                             Than others.
Some not even aware they've crossed.
          If some seem to be drifting
                Do you hold any control in that current?
Can anyone alter the winds to pull back and
                                Remain?


**Aug 27, 2013
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