God is the coin of a random flip.
A key is found,  a child dies.

We can prey to the wind that then
collapses our house like a loose
card house falling.

But when we want the voice of reason  
it’s only your inner thoughts that reply.

And we can’t hold ourselves responsible for the insanity of others Ill reflections.

Mirages of mental degradation.
We are our only a reflection,
Of self.

Humanities selfishness,
not the corruption of worshiping
weakness.

the degradation of morals
sidetracked by delusion..

Whispers can cause more harm than
syllables screamed upon the world
for all to  gather in meaning.

For a whisper is a snake 🐍 wisping
through the subconscious of others,
poisoning the attitudes of the many.

Where a raised wording,  a syllable of frustration holds no cloak or dagger.

Just words reverberating  what was
meant to be heard.

Never trust unheard wording,
rather the voice of what was
said around all.

I cleaved a branch of thought, whittled it till it played a lullaby in my subconscious.

Then set it aflame, my ideas motioned
upon it like a moth to a matchstick
burning slowly.

My cognitive wisps collecting on the coldness of my skull, like graffiti,
ideas stained the pearl whiteness.

Is a thought a realisation of life.  But when a  01010100 01101000 01101111 01110101 01100111 01101000 01110100 00100000 00001010
Makes sense more than the reflection.  Is cognitive realisation upon what’s the principal of intelligence. Are we all just a delict of numerous numbers and words meaning the same but lost in translation.

If you don’t like me,
“I don’t care”
If you hate me,
“Negativity on you”

If your my friend,
“Time isn’t an obstacle”
If you love me,
“I’ll love you till my last breath”

If life is choices, then I’d rather
Keep my positivity for the ones
Who love me.

My friends who are my
forever mates, no matter
the time that passes.

A mates a mate forever..
And my love for my wife and kids
Will never wither just get stronger
With every sunset & sunrise 💕

We are the wonders of consciousness,
a fluctuation of  thought and reflection.

A kaleidoscope of various wonderments.

Be the idea of change, that makes
the world one smile better.

If you realise that birth is just
scratches on paper, and fewer
lines scratched on stone.

When you pass. Reflect that your
epilogue of living a meaningfulness
life to its fullest.

Than just a few words
on stone.. R.I.P