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craig apogee May 15
The life of a mortal is one of contradiction. Contradiction of mind and body.
Contradiction of choice and fate.
When we stare into divine eyes,
It all seems to align.
When she breaks your gaze.
Well.
Ain't that a *****.
Wooden spoon for you. dear sir.
Ask questions. Get answers.
Make better decisions.
Ffs.
Poem from February 2024. A snapshot into my emotions and thoughts
Chari May 12
To write
Do i need to share
The Shakespearean blood
To be seen

What is the first thing you see
Once your eyes lay up on me
The light in my heart?
Or the will piercing through my eyes

No
You notice the darkness
That surrounds my skin
Pigment in the darkest pitch

As the space
That surrounds the moon and its stars
Surrounds my toes to my face
An illusion quite bizzare

As the night blends with me
And sunshine reveals to me,
The stereotypes begin to rise
You only judge the sight

You ignore the beauty in the unknown
That I may be made of black gold
I wear chains that do not carry my name
If you take them, am i to blame

I carry no hate
The rainbow in skin reveals fate
I wish you to see
That color does not define me
In amongst this rubble we met.
I suffer and you suffer and yet through the harsh words we call our own, one can find the truth.
We are at school, we are at home, yet nowhere at all.
Stuck in the inbetween.
Who are we to live such lives?
Are we stars that sit and twinkle all our lives before fading away into darkness?
Or do we fly across the sky in a bright flare, burning and too bright to last.
Either way, we are space junk… burning up and destined for endless darkness.
Quick.
Choose your life.
Know who you are.  
Work hard, and then work even harder.
Who are they to give us a choice?
What difference would it make?
We are no one compared to the glory of Jesus, yet He says we are enough.
Does that make us worthy of being?
Does that give us an excuse to patch together lies and weave a net across the sea?
The fish we would catch would have brilliant blue scales and yellow fins.
They would flip around on the deck of our boat and instead of suffering they die.
Their spirit moving on to the next dimension.
How fun this next dimension must be to accommodate these funks and quirks.
Imagine.
A place where you can eat giraffe spots and deep-fried zebra stripes.
Who gave us such an imagination to be able to ponder such wild concepts?
Yet within the maze of life we tackle through the loads of homework and give excuses when overwhelmed.
The piles build up and we create little houses within the pages.
In the houses live little people with little problems and little lives.
They have little gardens and say little hellos to other little people.
Do they look at us and think we are strange?
Do their hearts rip and tear when they hear of our names and how little they mean?
Why should we give prejudice to ducklings when the world agrees that yellow *****?
Can we not have one thing that makes sense?
Can we have one thing that can be without exceptions?
That is all I ask in this crowded chaotic chapter in my life.
I look to the sky each day and revel in the endless blues that seem to go on forever, yet still encompass us tightly.
Words and words and words.
This was just a train of thought I had one day, and happened to write it down. Hope you enjoy :)
Lost Dreamer May 9
Get up and groove.
Get up and dance.
Have some fun,
come on, give it a chance.

Listen to the beats,
as you dance on the street.
Dance with your friend,
I know you wish it would never end.

More join in,
do a couple spins,
laughing among us all,
as all the negativity falls.

We keep on going,
until we're all too tired to move.
but, our hearts keep going,
still going with the groove.
I hope we can all come together,
and continue to dance,
not just through our bodies,
but through our poems.
As the story goes
Once in devils due
The secret chord
Guitar been tuned.

As did I I am sure
you heared it too
About crossroads
About the blues.

As the story goes
From late till soon
Midnight to come
Be found with you.

As did I I am sure
That you did too
Played to the dawn
Best you could.

As the story goes
Waited through
As bobby johnson
As howlin wolf

As did I I am sure
Nor you a clue
But think to know
Thought knew

As the story goes
Man ask you
To hand it over
Then you do

As did I I am sure
Everyone would
As the deal closed
Played first tune

As the story goes
Once in devils due
Forever be at owe
Forever beautiful

As did I I am sure
God understood
Loving borrowed
Felt just as good

As the story goes
One bout the fools
At every won
Much they loose

As did I I am sure
My soul did too
As blue the gold
While green the blue

As the story goes
Once in devils due
The whole world
In heart bein fooled

As did I I am sure
Had many confused
As the sayin goes
Last joke be on you

As the story goes
And if death refuse
As to dare to cross
What devil took

As did I I am sure
Just as you would
Forget turn a stone
While laying roots

As the story goes
Trees bare fruit
In debt with soul
Be bad be good

As did I I am sure
That we all had to
At last had come
Oh so free and true.
Lost Dreamer May 5
Cotton candy clouds are painted across the sky,
as we drive home.
My head's outside the window,
enjoying the blasting music,
along with the view.

As the scenery flashes by,
I see the faces of many,
tall and small,
young and old,
all with smiles.

Everything felt right,
just perfect,
like nothing could ruin the moment,
as we all sing our hearts out,
and float away.
Manx May 5
If that were true,
Then the probabilistic element
Would be that of environment inhabited.

The life we live.

Then the deterministic element
Would be that which we are building,
The mind. The neural structure of our brains.

How we choose to live it.

So that "thought" only resonated
To that which was properly crystallized,
By ways & means of communication
Through each axis. Dendrite, neuron, axon, synapse.

Matters on the formation of our matter.
Manx May 5
Don't lose your head to gain a minute -
You need your head, your brains are in it!

Romances are wrecked before they begin,
By a hair on the coat
Or too few on the chin.

Many a forest used to stand
Where lit matches got out of hand.

Henry the eighth,
Prince of fiskers,
"Lost" five wives but kept his whiskers!

My neck was sore in front before,
And also sore behind once more.

The Cannibals took just one view,
And said,
"They look too nice to stew."

Holler! Half a pound
For half a dollar, isn't that a cheerful earful?

Hello, Druggist!
I don't mean maybe -
Yes, sir! That's the baby!

Listen. Knock on wood
When offered something "just as good."

Give the guy
The toe of your boot
Who tries to hand you a substitute!

A big improvement since the war
Is now on sale in your drug store.

He saw the train
And tried to duck it,
Kicked first the gas & then the bucket!

In seventy years of brushin' soap on,
Gramps could've painted the pentagon.

The whale put Jonah
Down the hatch,
But coughed him up because he scratched!

5-star generals & privates first class
Show equal rank in the looking glass.

Clancy's whiskers
Tickle Nancy,
Nancy lowered the boom on Clancy!

Is he lonesome or just blind-
This guy who drives so close behind?

The safest rule,
No ifs or buts,
Just drive like everyone else is nuts!

For early morning pep & bounce,
A brand new product we announce!

Train approaching,
Whistle squealing, pause!
Avoid that rundown feeling, cause!

When the stork delivers a boy,
Our whole **** factory jumps for joy.

Although insured,
Remember kiddo,
They don't pay you - they pay your widow!
Phi Alpha to Zeta Beta Tau?
Zionest & fascist conspired?
Maybe they all believe in Xenu now!
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