Ego
dissolved into a spellbound state

Access
to realms that were once beyond reach

And Like
unanticipated spaceflight

Ample
light upsurge, pumps inwards then out

Perfuse
in its race within the bloodstream

Spreading
through you, through me, Straight from heaven

like bricks in a wall
we fall under the category of Filling the columns.

*like a cry from a mortal
who writes letters to get his words in place
so i send 'em through a time portal
as he lives in a different age,
making my piece immortal.
resuscitating minds in their conclusive days*/

the way to my sanctorum
filling the void, in place by the devastation caused by your ammunition.
a threat to the decorum(of the living world)
//all the universe's spheres combined
still wouldn't fit the diametre of the iris in my eyes\
when i see through you
see THROUGH your mask you
put on to remove the pollution
purifies the skin
and leaves you with
white and glowing
insecurities and commotion.

people flew with the notion
selling their psych in portions
if i would've bought it
then they would've called it
profit in oceans.
Every year you grew more insensitive
and called it promotion.
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through the strands of your hair
i see a clock
with each of its hands facing the opposite of one another
as dynamic as the hues of your face
but in the center.. have the same colour
a ***** of your nail in my back causes
the epiphany to rupture,
so either im too much into hating you
or half past the other.

Have you ever heard the music so loud,
It's  reach touches your soul
When every fiber is calling for you to singe your emotions on these pages, or you will implode
I feel so daily,
An avelanch of icy feelings I hold
Emotions snowy and so cold
The feeling seeping from this pen comes from deep within my soul
Writing is the only way to be saved or consoled
It rips me completely, my emotions some times in anger show
When will I learn to let go
Will I ever find my life's flow
I really don’t care about these drones,
They follow poetry,
like it supposedly set in stone
Just look how I’ve grown
I’m speaking to you,
I bet you still won’t get my tone
Am I mad, Not even close
Just remember who’s words this is,
As I alone will atone
For all the sins I’m breaking…writing this particular poem.

there is a river in everyone
some flow fast and some flow slowly
some are dry some are flooded
but no matter what it will leave a path
even though someone may lose their way
they have a river to remind them of where they lay

Time flies on wings of lightning
When you love the things you do
So when you give to others
Give what is uniquely “YOU”

Your tasks will flow more sweetly
When you’re working from your heart
When following your passions
And you’re eager just to start

Each day do what is needed
But try to spend more time
Each day on using talents
And your wealth will start to climb

Increase your skills and learning
Every day learn something new
And let your path be guided
By what is uniquely “YOU”

there is a river in everyone
some flow fast and some flow slowly
some are dry some are flooded
but no matter what it will leave a path
even though someone may lose their way
they have a river to remind them of where they lay

The earth without the light
is unseen not because it's dark.
Every morning shines on it
a new picture-perfect sunrise!

It's the sun's upside down heaven black canvas
the arch painter can paint on it from afar
off the sky until it takes a nap in shadowy twilight.

The earth by the sea isn't a beauty only skin deep
beneath its barely scratched surface billow seven seas.
Over the abyss down this way nothing is dark
with all the stars wake is half-lit clement moonlight.

The waxing moon again will be full looking on the sea-mirror
but won’t drop in the deepwater can’t touch the bottom line.

****** earth a veiled beauty packs the power flow in the heart
so fluid in its midst the river, the sea, the ocean all run melodious!

I wish I could say that everything I do has a reason. I'm sure from one perspective that it does. But from my own conscious mind, there is often nothing but the most bland of reasons behind my actions:
Habit.
Comfort.

The path of least resistance, I think, is the most attractive path to a mind absent and unused. Because of course when I sit down to things, my preferred course of action is far and away the most productive, intelligent, and even holy. How often, though, is that the course I actually take?
Not very.

At rest, then, I am a pool of water. Dribbling down the path of least resistance, settling at the lowest possible point.

Give me some outlet, and I will flow. A direction and a purpose, and I will run along the intended course.

If I could be profound, and suggest some solution that I have not already found, I would present it here.

But all the solutions I know of have already been discovered to me - and they are effective.

So I am without excuse.

Truly.

I must knock down the dams so I can flow.