I was in fallin in love when she was the river. Dancing with the sun, in her every small ripples - I shaw her joy. I shaw her joy, by how she reflects the ray with her liquid crystal face and figure. Singing with the birds, her every splash was a chorus. I dreamed her in that way. I dreamed, when she mirror the violets of the flowers. Painted with colours, she was the live canvus of this universe.
Hold the universe inside my palms I alone understand it is but a solitary dream Between stars I make out memories Connecting dots, forming images ingrained in my mind
I look in the unfilled depths of sky where suns have yet to burn out, remaining eternally preserved in an explosion of beauty lightyears away wondering about humans peering at their ambience through time and space
This isolated reflection I witness change in compliance with the predetermined path set in motion by the astrological forces of nature Unstable My hands must be trembling Scared of sorrow and frustration they undeniably confront
The fear of the uncertain, the inconsistency of the unapologetic future awaiting Solemn visions of an imperfect outcome, enough torment to push strength a bit too far over the edge
Fragile balance of peace and chaos resting within cupped desperate hands Ignorant, the quickness of extinction among synapses in the cavern lighting the entirety of my skull Pinned under familiar self-induced delusions Galaxies silently begging for permanent freedom Such fate to let their wishes dangle ignored Urges within bursting, released That moment I also give in Forcefully close my fingers into a fist Instantly crushing wild constellations scattered around my consciousness A great deal more fragile than realized
Once unshakable destiny budged a millimeter by one lone act of rebellion Against a powerful pull the majority pretend is rigid Elusive control by way of self-combustion of life's temporary illusions Proof one touch can fell worlds of fantasy
I can not control the actions of others I can only control me A lifelong task to do my part Choosing theenergy Emanate from in my core The vibe that others get A feeling that is positive Tuned frequencythat’sset
Harmonic tone in the chorus The Universe’s choir Be kind for just the sake of it With nothing more desired No expectations preconceived Mindset on others placed The smallest task; the largest deed Can quickly be erased
If when complete there’s no return Signaled acknowledgment So you rebuke with scoff or scowl Good deed out window went If something’s the right thing to do Then do it just because You know it’s right and should be done A life fulfilled you’ve won
Written: April 17, 2018 (started) & June 16, 2018 (finished)
O! the lives I've wasted The lives I could have led If different paths I'd taken And different people I'd met.
O! what friends were lost When just around the corner they lay Their voices heard but their faces hidden O! why had Destiny to steer me this way.
With my life here in my hands My impulsive moves and slow meanderings My efforts regulated by my will to abstain In gaining my present position What have I lost elsewhere And what have others lost Because of my absence there.
No, I haven't killed anyone, this is about regrets and what ifs, a bit of existential angst
>Want a thing? Relax >into a script to get a taste. >Fetishes? or repressed natural inclination? >Roll a D20 to feel better, take fun and make it killing, >with just enough free will to make it interesting. >Nothing else can become reality so in the universe we got >in the cosmic lottery, calm down >and have fun. >Find the most effective deformation — BAM BAM >SHOOT EM UP — and life is real. Over the top? >Or so aware that art is less than or equal >to life, so why settle for realism? >Say something the way that no one else can say >it. Maintain a state >of relaxation by white knuckling your partner until you forget to breathe. >Fetishize white men not being racists. >Lay it all out for your audience >whose uneducation cries out to be fixed >by you >and you alone. >Reassure them >you get it: >art is hard, >so I’m going >to speak my subtext >and spice things up >with some choreography >just to make sure >you get what it is >exactly >that I’m trying >to say, >because god knows you wouldn’t get it otherwise. >(And this way, people will finally understand you, and you will be complete, and you will be satisfied, and you will get everything you ever wanted, and you will ride fulfilled into the bright new day of artistic enlightenment you lucky sonuvabitch.)