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could be what I believe

I would like to believe

we are all connected, a

mobile massive

pile of flesh mixed

in some bone juice

& ash, contributing

as something larger

then self, living with

each other, as one another,

firing pistons of thought

engines cooling by our

own single breath into

infinity of some end

never having to realize

what's right with wrong

just living as this

one.

 

But I remember I

operate in this separate

body walking on two

feet swimming through

turbulent sea's of me's

myself and greed,

this lust of more

powered by this ever-

going combustion of

competition one upping

to succeed with money

running through veins

clogged in violence,

forgetting the you

within all this

misery, we swallow

to be our anti-

depressants because

we sweat **** to

feed children we

teach to fight is

to attain, something,

search for something

I remember how I

search, how I search

how I seek, fueled

by this insatiable

hunger for this some-

thing more I can't

seem to find with this

need to feel complete,

this urge to fill this

"void gnawing at my

left lung" telling me,

reminding me I am

separate & will always

be, until I noticed

breath.

 

Invisible, heavy on

my weighed down

shoulders, colored

clear like wind, I

saw the element we

all breath in fire

that pulsates

as though I were

turned on, I was

turned on

to this liquid fire

rushing into the void

'nom nomming

on my left lung', as

I began to understand

the magnetic connection

of my beating lifeline,

reminding me what

was always known

was always believed,

somewhere in marrow

next to white blood

cells & hope, that

cliche one word

love

 

that connects us

to god to the

whatever's & what if's

to the me to the

you, with dust

in my right eye

the gap between your

tooth where eternal

wisdom is stored

because non judge-

ment wiggles through

toes like mud oozing

in the cracks of clenched

fists, that I am you

that I am, that it

is & will be & has

& continues on & on

& on & on

 

before

 

einstein or dinosaurs

there was an atom, made

of tiny parts composed

of smaller pieces held

together by space, found

bounding stars as we

squint attempting our

attempts to stare at

the sun because what

we forgot is the

I am & the I can,

the we are change

so we choose which

way our lips point

which way our sight

see's, by releasing the

old never were me's

& embracing this

new philosophy who

watched grains become

planets & god's born

into children who

work together as

one to become one

 

with words like

love, compassion &

kindness, with words

like love, compassion

& kindness with words

like love, compassion

& kindness with words

like thoughts becoming

our realities, no matter

what we believe or

think or thought, that

we hold the power of

god, the fist of judge-

ment we release to

grab on to words

like love, compassion

& kindness because

today I choose to

love, to be compassionate,

to spread kindness

with action of this

space that holds together

our veins, which were

only taught to pump

money, to encourage

greed & this lust of

violence where we

fight wars on oil

wars on drugs

wars on poverty

on hunger on

depression, ADHD

bipolarism economy,

we fight wars for

Peace.

 

We **** in

the name of justice

the name of god

of love

 

The stars

shine bright the non-

physical of hope

for something more, that

something more we're

searching for, look up

to realize what we are

taught, were taught

may not all be right,

that maybe my ribcage

wants to explode with

empathy for my fellow

man & follow him to

this promised land where

we can grow in the sorrows

of our joys because "even

the clouds weep in cele-

bration" 'when the answer

to everything right is

me',

is you,

is us,

if we choose

 

if

 

we choose, maybe there was

no void, maybe it was all a

story created by our minds

 

the pulse in my wrist controls

my world, now I ask you

does yours?

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Written by
christian
Published
May 10, 2011
Lines·Words
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Notes

rough and tough not edited just a rumble jumble of thought.

some of my words are plagiarized

the gnawing on my left lung bit (KPB)

and nom (OR)

and clouds weep in celebration (I Am).

credit goes where credit is due.

It's been over a month has it?

 

Tear it apart or love it, whatever feels best.

(written a week before post date)

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