We question why is it that life,
Has a beginning, middle and end,
Yet space seems continuous,
Could you please help me comprehend?

A small spec of dust we are,
On a sea of psychedelic abstract,
Our universe is quite mediocre,
Comparing it to its extract.

Everlasting... what,
What is it that we seem to admire,
A lack of carbon energy,
Requiring us to wear glass hoods?

Why oh why is it existent,
Why does it ever be,
I still am boggled by this infinite setting,
Can it possibly be part of me?

I am so sorry, my dear
I really, truely love you
I just don't show it
I cannot, not always
Sometimes I do little things
For you
Sometimes, I stop
I wonder if my efforts help
Do they matter?
Do they fix anything at all?
I wonder, and so I hesitate
And as you twirl in your own trance
From dusk to dawn
My hopes follow the rising sun,
And I try
Again
To do something
However little
Even if it makes
A speckle bloom
I'll be glad

Grass beneath my feet
and soil in my hands,
tipping.
Your lips on mine,
wrapping me around your fingers
and splitting the silence
with anticipation,
falling.
I keep waiting for the world
to one day become still
but you dizzy and confuse me
as if you are a planet
and I am the asteroid
caught in your orbit.

We are made of parts.
We are made of organs,
Made of systems,
Made of molecules,
Made of atoms,
Made of nothing but themselves, truly independent.
We make up groups,
and groups can form communities,
Towns, Cities, Cultures, Species, Living things.
We all live on earth, a planet,
In a solar system,
In a galaxy,
We gave a name. As if we found it first!
As if it wasn't there before us, and won't be there when we're gone.
And there are a million billion galaxies,
With an infinity of stars,
With an infinity of planets.
Endless, gleaming life.
None of it matters.
It will all come apart

By Arcassin Burnham


Immune To the grasp of the sword but it manage to get some cuts in,
all jokes aside for the killers that ride every day for an unnecessary purposes,
bills to pay when knowing your worth in a system that'll over exploit and do the
most,
its just not even worth it,
look for the people that live a box and they'll tell you what real life's worth is,
don't you give into the serpent,
that roams around the earth and pulls curtains,
that leaves dead spirits in your house , leave your mind in a drought and try to
resurface,
From The powers within and a strength from a country that don't really care about
us,
Therefore , the love and the freedoms diminished in the population where we
have the right to trust...

Man its common sense,
the truth is heaven sent,
everything is evident,
they laugh behind the scenes while drinking fine wine,
leading distortion and corruption like the dickens in a hell pit,
its common sense,
let me say it again,
Man its common sense,
the truth is heaven sent,
everything is evident,
they laugh behind the scenes while drinking fine wine,
leading distortion and corruption like the dickens in a hell pit,

Man its common sense.



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He told me you were beautiful,
he told me you had everything,
that i would like and even more,
predicting futures more like wedding rings,
and i,
would like,
to see,
you,
and i,
would like,
to see,
you,

And have nothing more to give,
to anyone else,
You better keep me happy while i'm investing my time into you...

and i,
would like,
to see,
you,
and i,
would like,
to see,
you,

And have nothing more to give,
to anyone else,

You better keep me happy while i'm investing my time into you.

If I were a planet, I would be as debated as Pluto.
Scientists eons away that have no business with me and probably never will discussing all of my qualities to pinpoint me into a label they've created to push me like a pinball machine into different slots of make believe self esteem.

If I were a planet, I would be the one whose moon is speculated to be made of cheese.
No one quite aware of what really lies out there but it's fun to dream up stories and ideas that we know will never be true.
No matter how damaging to this solemn planet's reputation in its universe these folk tales may be.

If I were a planet, my sun would have an oval shaped revolution, sometimes close and sometimes far, moving its inspiration along on its route and leaving just when my people need it the most.

If I were a planet, my living organisms would speak in tongues unknowing to even me.
Desperately searching every tick in them to see how they view their home, but always confusing me as I spin on my axis round and round.

I've got planets in my ears,
Stars in my eyes,
Black on my body,
And a heart full of lies.