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Zywa May 2019
In the beginning man created
the thought: everything, mankind
and the earth, is a miracle
with a beginning

and anything that procreates
will die, only the sun
the stars and the stones
had no end, until later

infinity was conceived, the being
of even never having begun

so the rest, actually everything
that is known, the world
will have to perish one day

and, if you dare
to think it out, also
the elusive time

will not last and already
now, nothing is left
but nullity
Collection “Being”
jeffrey conyers May 2019
We know of black racists?
We aware of white racists?
And the opinions of both even if lost in myth and facts.

We know of Italians with bigoted views.
But for whatever logic?
Many are afraid to address the Jews.
And yes, some of them are racist too.
It's more than black and white issues in society.

We know of churches that preach love.
And racist in the tone of many within the church.
Which why many have lost some great leaders of the flock.

You can't preach love for one another.
When you surrounded by a racist flock.
Life, meant to learn, live and adapt.

God doesn't need to intervene between us to love.
Just reading the trouble faced by the Almighty Jesus.
He faces more and more harshly.

So racism more than between to groups.
We see this daily as living proof.
Sabian T Warren May 2019
Eye in the sky screams "dreams are not reality;" yet it flies impossibly on whirling bionic wings. "the force is a fantasy," laughs the big screen; yet it motions this ironically through ionic streams. "No power in an evergreen," shrills the factory; cutting from the same cloth that had allowed us to breathe. "That vision? A symptom of insanity;" suggests the PHD, and recommends fixing something so deeply rooted by consuming toxins repeatedly; denying this notion is the very definition of what you suppose we carry. "But don't you want to bee with everybody?" Whisper the walls and empty streets. Could it be that everything is simultaneously, as stone lock and river key? Would it seem that all we need to coax the dread of uncertainty, is to each weave threads of teachings, unique? Bound with an understanding sure as gravity, until we are warm in the cold of infinity, in a quilt of minds set free. ~by Sabian T Warren; AKA ScovilleNova.
thesa May 2019
i'm happy because i know
one day my body will dissolve into its atoms
and that's when i will reach
infinity
Roxy May 2019
"Tell me, was it hard to die,
or harder to be the one who survived?"
The air became suffocating ,
what they see is a foreign place.
The ashes spreaded everywhere,
the pain is now what they embrace.
Confusion and guilt ,
agony slowly built.
Wiping out half of the universe?
...more like half of their universe.
Almighty and invincible,
kneeled in space almost unbelievable,
Witnessed his brother's death,
now waiting for the moment when,
"The sun will shine on us again".
Love in her tears,
the pain and her fears,
Were to be seen when she was committing her sin,
Yet she replayed in her mind,
"I just feel you" until she died.
They were supposed to be together,
till the end of the line,
Now he's broken holding the hand of his friend,
Who said "Steve?"...and dusted in the plain air.
The faithful and patient one,
passed the test of the Ancient One,
But now he only got the time to say,
"There was no other way".
He promised to **** her,
she loved him more than anything,
"Oh man" this reality is cruel,
Him already gone and her soul trapped in a stone.
Most of them became dust swiftly,
But there was one who got the power to fight this briefly,
Fell in his arms struglling to stay alive,
"I don't wanna go" were the words echoing in the sunlight.
Even though the pain is crushing,
They won't move on,
and this time no more losing,
With all the strength and help they've gotten,
"Whatever it takes" they'll avenge the fallen.
"We are in the endgame now."
دema flutter Apr 2019
when the possibilities become infinite,
so are the lessons that come along,
every experience suddenly has more to it,
boundaries have a different meaning,
you get to dip your finger into the unknown,
taste it, heck even jump in it,
and once you settle back home,
your mind wanders to all the places
whose background you perfectly merged into,
you can shut the thoughts out,
but you can't build a wall,
the blinds are always open,
nothing is definite.
Rochelle Foles Apr 2019
napowrmo April 3, 2019



                         she stood              on the edge
                                of the  p
                                            r

                                           e
                                           c


                                             i
                                             p

                                             i
                                             c
                                             e

                       pebble in hand
                                   mind
                                   blanketed in fog

                      staring intently
                      quietude engulfing all

              
                      she lay on her belly
                                    arm stretched     o.      u.        t.
                                               over the abyss


                      closing her eyes
                      tipping her ear toward the           unfathomable depths
                                    she loosened her grip
                                               and began counting  




                                     infinity
                                              takes forever
                                              one number at a time



                         © rochellefoles 2019
NAPOWRMO day 3,  pondering the depth of loss i’m feeling over my mother’s death
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