this universe is too small for the both of us
no matter how far i run
you are still too close
this destruction is too devastating
it permeates through to my core
so forgive me as i cut this poisonous cord
I dreamt of lighter fluid
As desert rain
Stricken against the wind
Building into a phosphorus
A smiling inferno
In the fast lane
Hot cinder rims
Giving joyride the third degree
With fiscal intentions
Of burning this
Right off the map
This mountain pass is an important link from Los Angeles to Las Vegas.
I Inspecting the wreckage,they say it’s a good thing you weren’t there, that you didn’t suffer. You bite your tongue. They do not know what good is.This is not it.
II You feel free. You know you shouldn’t, that it’s wrong. You smile anyway.
III You suddenly feel like you are drowning and no one is noticing. You cover your face and begin to cry.
Going from a smoke bomb
to a pipe bomb
to a fire bomb
call it vietnam.
Take it to the car bomb
to the time bomb
to the flying bomb
we call the atom bomb.
Loving you is like a black box
Pain goes in
Nothing comes out
What could we do, but
Reach out and defy rapture
As the light took us?
Come the fire, come what remains,
Our dust will be together.
Modern fears require modern coping mechanisms.
common ground is a common
ground of a mindgame
common is a common knowledge,
knowledge of mindgame
common is a common knowledge,
mindgame is mindgame of
a ground knowledge
a ground game is a mindgame ground game
a ground game is a common ground game
a ground game is knowledge’s ground game
ground knowledge is ground game of ground knowledge
ground knowledge is ground game of mindgame
mindgame is knowledge's ground game
mindgame is knowledge's ground knowledge
devastation is a ground game devastation
devastation is a knowledge ground game knowledge
devastation is a knowledge mindgame knowledge
devastation is devastation of a ground game
devastation is devastation of a common ground devastation
mindgame is a devastation of a common ground
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc… this poem is about time taking the ground game of time to a ground game. i don’t add capitalization’s on my writing.
life is beautiful
but it is also sad
of all the good things
there is also the bad
and it feels as though the bad is always embracing the good
that there is more bad than there is good in this world
and when the mind is overloaded with the negative
sometimes the drowning can't be stopped
the world starts to understand
that the happiest people may just be the saddest
and it fills me with grief
as it is anything but untrue
true to the point it hurts me
my secret was being revealed
it strips me off my feigned confidence
and leaves me with an empty shell
empty of love
of all the good things in life
i am sad for myself
who have turned out this way
and in the end i only have myself to hold
but i do not like me
so tell me
how shall i live?
my own personal epiphany,
how do i appreciate the good
if the bad never goes away
it is my mind that i have no control over
it is just me all along