on borrowed dreams

he said we are made

with the same atoms

as the sun and the stars

that a small part of him

could have been a star

long ago now fallen

on this solid planet

yet not having

a light of its own

he was afraid he

may fly apart

anytime once

more into the

finest powder

a tear in my eyes

as I dive into

deep thoughts

he never ceases

to surprise me

We all vibrate at different frequencies of speed
Exerting different energies which cause a difference in needs
Necessities that matter like atoms hidden beneath
Range from molecule to Saturn on an infinite degree

Waves collide with others causing ripples in between
Blending fusion with illusion, then division in our genes
Editing a code that's impossible to delete
We evolve the grand scheme with every thought to be unique

Anger, discontent
are like a house
after work
some place where you wrap yourself
in a security blanket
of irritability

hungry for touch
but misanthropic
can't taste lust
but for the One Unobtainable
can't help her
can't detach
only recourse, lash out

Anger is like a house

Deep in  the Ocean of Time
Right into the layers of space
Dwelling through infinite dimensions
There existed an atom

It searched for a friend
Found one to its taste
Lost an electron
Gained an electron
A bond was then formed

It has no name
But there was no worry
For name is but an identification

But see there's some more atoms
And they too did the same
A little bit of sacrifice
For love needs it
Lost an electron
Gained an electron
A bond was then formed
They started dancing

Growing in complexity.
Living things, masses of atoms for they were
Dancing a pattern ever more intricate
DNA and protein
Cells and tissues
Life came
At long last man came

He was the observer
Who measures the universe
Out of the cradle
Onto the dry land
Here it is standing
Atoms with consciousness
Matter with curiosity
Stands in the ocean of time
Wondering
Aye
I, a universe of atoms?
Or an atom in the universe?

A hornet fell out of the sky
"and I…."
I am sitting
watching it suffer
noting the smell
of bleach on the wind

but isn't that what we are; aren't we cycles?
don't we start from two, end up as one,
only to repeat and repeat and repeat?
creating something from an atom
that was always there,
because energy cannot be created
nor destroyed.
something had to start the process.
and the only way it will be
ended.. is the way it was begun.

******* hollow feeling lump in chest
tired of the dead man dead feeling
you feel it behind the eyes too
like looking through people to their souls but actually since the soul is nothing
it's right on through
like everyone is a single atom thick

You're a pale blue crystalline
kissable atoms of structural perfection