Vibrations
magnetic force fields
Pyramids
gravitational pull
Mother Nature
runs her course
Ashes to ashes
dust to dust
Canyons, Mountains
waterfalls, valleys
Earth’s stones
laid to rest
An outer galaxy
with random threats
Comets, asteroids
and meteorites
DEBRIS
Complexity
in movement
Spin, rotate
and Directions
North, South, East and West
Compass directs
Our Fate
beyond known
Knowledge
The key to unlock
all these secrets
Amidst the bottom
of the oceans
SOMEWHERE
Maybe , maybe not
somewhat unlikely
the magic 8 ball
displays on the Circle Screen
Fast forward
current time
Added stresses
to age old problems
Pollution
overpopulation
islands surrounded by
PLASTIC BOTTLES
Overcrowded landfills
extinct animals
periodic oil spills
Where’s Mother Nature’s
MASK ?
When is tomorrow ?
and who’s living for then ?
In a world that’s all about
NOW NOW NOW
HOW did it come to this
when did happiness
come in the form of
POSSESSIONS
The comet already came
the asteroid already hit
the meteorites everywhere
When mankind landed
it may have been
friendly fire
But that was then
and not now
Every step we take more debris we leave falling behind
Doubt that ?
Then look back
COMPARE
Stare , but please quit pretending
you can’t See, or afford to
PAY ATTENTION

A journey, a dream
to become better
I desire, regardless
the statistics
or what they say

To be realistic
I was captive
to past patterns
they nurtured
but not me

It wasn’t until
I realized this
that I could ever
be able to see
the difference

Once I did
I felt tricked
I was a slave
to bad luck and
a sinners way

Lost love
the cost of
my heritage
my only inheritance
but that was before

Criss cross
no longer parallel
perpendicular
to their views
I now will remain

They love me
they love me not
I’m no longer bitter
they loved me
the best they could

The bandages
are all gone
the scars have faded
I’m no longer adapted
but rather accepted

A soldier in war
coming back home
cannot be that man
that war made him
or had created

A doctor in surgery
trying dearly
to save a life
that has barely a chance
to be able to survive

That doctor
cannot take that death
to his home, nor be proud
of his failures when he
truly tried his best to be a hero

However he shouldn’t feel
ashamed but giving
the circumstances
how can he feel any different ? welcome to life

A board game that never
promises any winners
regardless the talent
or the efforts, wrong or right
no difference sometimes

I’m no mathematician
but it seems lately
it’s all just numbers
and all the smart ones
keep becoming more wealthy

You, him, her and I
the young , the old
And even the babies
we all are just numbers
they add, subtract. divide and
MULTIPLY

IRRELEVANT, IRRELEVANT
I scream because it doesn’t matter what they do nor what they did , I am who I am and know what it is .... that makes me or takes me to where I need to go

My mind the sky . My brain the star , like a compass to lead my heart just below , the right way , our souls float within our whole environment amidst our shells, this is our gravity to attract other like minds , this is our deterrent too, to the ones that try to dispute what we know is true

Faith
       Soul
         MIND-⭐️
             Soul
                Heart ❤️
​​​​                      Soul

Our energy consumes our world and protects us all , but until the energy is pure the light will never shine bright for the heart to see the star that leads us in life’s night or creates day !
SUN

A BEAUTIFUL GALAXY WE ALL CAN BE AND IF ALL MINDS WERE SKIES AND ALL BRAINS WERE STARs AND ALL HEARTS WERE ABLE TO FOLLOW BRIGHT MINDS
imagine the souls that would fly
IMAGINE YOU, HER, HIM, I , THE YOUNG, OLD AND
EVEN THE BABIES

what a world this would be
what a life we all could live
WHAT A LIFE
For you and I

Another facing the screen
writing profanities
thinking insanity
stitching verses acrimonious
or playing pungent words-harmonious
fabricating delusive fantasies
in feelings of pure ecstasy
melancholy or malignity
forged in the bliss of minimalism
or the complex art of maximalism
inspiring poetic athleticism
pressing keys with blazing passion
in an 1880's typists fashion
or pondering by the window
creating a marvelous crescendo
evoking curiosity,
a poetic monstrosity
of thought provoking quality
for questioning our entity
or embracing the obvious,
in whimsical simplicity.
A poetical society
behind my pixelated screen
indulge in poetic impropriety
in Hellopoetry!

Song of love, twisted by welling darkness.

Vengeful art, practiced with vicious subtlety.

The softest lips whispered the hardest lies.

She exhaled an evocation of ethereal dreams,

Whose only prophecy was eternal sorrow.

Starts with the cool wind
and the drizzle flows down
The heaven turns into grey
can you hear the cloud burst loud?
wondering where it came from and why
and yet
we lay on the grass, gazing on the sky.

he said; Hey! see the drench green layout
and hear the sprinkle falls around,
I looked here and there, and no one to be found,
wondering why did he say that and why
and yet
we lay on the grass, gazing on the sky.

In between the green, along with
the big cut down trees,
while the teeming street and the lawn
spread out with dry shredded leaves,
eyes met, and i swear they didn't lie,
and yet
we lay on the grass, gazing on the sky.

unending rain, thundercloud, remarkably beautiful
hopefully this creates a huge leisure pool
I chuckles and he sneeze,
and with the cold breeze,
we hoped we hold hands and fly,
and yet
we lay on the grass, gazing on the sky.

art, in any form,
helps deal with what is real,
an escape to a euphoric place
a way out of the sacrilege
that we now call living.

words can't often do justice
to such a beautiful place,
for even the love songs fail
whenever we embrace.

maybe the world is darker now
than it used to before,
maybe we have now raised our voices
to speak up,
our beliefs and fears
all out there
in the open now.

the world was as pure as the canvas before,
now that we are painting it
without ever knowing
if we will finish it,
tricking ourselves into thinking
we hold the brush
and decide the strokes
we decide,
our humble abode
rather than fearing
a loss of control
the world,
it is out there
for us to feel
as it has always been
through time,
an inviolate home
for those with beauty in their eyes to see.