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Humans,
we are not infinite.

We tend to forget that
we die.

Our existence is a cycle.

We are not infinite.

Yet, the things we
do.
The lives we
live.

I like to think that those things are.

Just like, the ocean
and the sky
and nature.

Like the universe.

I like to believe that,
by watching the sunrise,
or the sunset,
by camping,
or planting a tree,
I like to believe that
THAT'S how we become
infinite.

Becoming one with our surroundings.

Loving.

Appreciating and taking care.

Learning, creating.

That's the way we become immortal.

We leave a mark, a trace,
a piece of our souls.

And so we keep on living...
The Dybbuk Jan 2018
I am the eyes above the city.
I can see the businessmen and budding actors, scampering like rats through a forgotten maze, and hear the clacking of their shoes on the concrete.
I am the eyes above suburbia.
I can see the soccer moms and teenagers, drinking when no-one is watching because the stresses of their tiny worlds are too much.
I am the eyes above the countryside.
I can see the creatures of these places wander across a barren world, and I can smell the moonshine they come across at night.
I am the eyes above the world.
I can see the grand illusion, pulled across the mighty sphere of the Earth, and I feel nothing but joy as I abandon this place for another.
this is your
awakening.
your rebirth.

knowledge of this
existential truth
elicits an

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exhilarating

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anticipating the
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to
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october 5th, 2014
clipped musings juxtaposed with an experimental format.
NJ Brown Jan 2018
Resolutions,  what is the purpose? There are a number of people who asked this
Follow the trends of society and fictionalise the way you see yourself
All because you believe that the way they see you is good for your health
Their praise is prejudice and unnecessary
Don't be weary, speak life into your necessities
Make your life infinite
Have infinite love
Experience infinite joy
Live in infinite peace
See yourself through infinite success
Grab hold of the infinite possibilities
Speak infinite positivity
Work toward infinite wisdom
Feel infinite freedom
Have infinite faith
Accept infinite blessings
You are in control of becoming the infinite being.
Karisa Brown Jan 2018
Can I live
Inside of you
Can I taste
What you're made of

Can I wander
Around inside
Of you
For days on end

Can I tap
All the doors
To open
The ones
Deepest

Can I make
You crumble
And eat
What falls
Rohan P Dec 2017
and it's a cold evening,
the writings swirling on the wandering pavementā€”
your silhouette hangs on the tail of the lowering sun,
and gleams, a pale reflection, in the water below;
and crescendos of the waxing moonlight seem more like the
hushed whispers of starlight, like the
hushed silence of forest's night, like the
hushed breathing of your heart's bright, like the
hushed rolling and descent of all that might,
of all that stirs the spirit, and all that bespeaks the pensive, slumbering
winter infinite.
Jon Sawyer Dec 2017
Music--
a heartbeat of
the infinite universe!
28 Dec 2017 - Inspired by Juan RamĆ³n JimĆ©nez's poem titled "Music". "Music-- a naked woman running mad through the pure night!"
mel Dec 2017
within every breath and act of mine
i shine with a divine movement
of the eternal infinite
for i am the infinite
just like you

we are such sacred beings

do not forget
why, to earth you came
or the countless reasons
you do still remain
yes, there is pain at times
but through darkness
our light truly shines
with this growth
we blossom
more toward our divine
always learning to find
the happy thoughts
that roam our mind

this life is beautiful
and so are you
this dream is a blessing
not all get to hold on to

cherish it

you are the blanket
of Love and warmth
for every cold night
you are the lost answer
i have been trying to find
you are the Sun to my shine
you are the reason i rhyme

remember to remind yourself
from time-to-time:
you are worthy of all you seek
emotions do not make you weak
feel everything you possibly can
while youā€™re still here
do not be afraid to express it
to those that turn a hopeful ear
there is truly no need for you to fear
the light in you is always near

do not quiet down
your heartā€™s rumble
you do not have to
stay so humble

be explosive
shout your shine

for this is how the world aligns
Lily Nov 2017
walking on the infinite plane
there's no carbon footprint
I can romp and play

you cant trace me when i
wept the days are long
vivid and strong

small feet pitter patter land
tasting the wheat
and the barley

but they will never understand
how it feels
once we began
MikeTheVike Nov 2017
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Gone
To my beautiful daughter.


Ā© Mike Mortensen
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