#fluctuation
And of course,
As is that it is a continuous, connected course;
The rivers know.
Poseidon as the past,
Zeus as the present,
Hades as the future.
Poseidon; waves & droplets
Which add to an ocean,
Building upon itself.
Whose ripples are still felt
Long after they have dispelled.
Zeus; points & variables
Which alter in expression,
Evolving aspects of itself.
Instances which fluctuate by iteration,
Iterative flux influenced by environment.
Hades; potentiality & movement
Which allows growth & crystallization,
Like sap turning to amber.
As gaseous vents from which our planet's core nurtures;
Plates shifting establishing new lands & new oceans.
All of the same family;
Kronos & Gaia
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 3:18 PM UTC
welcoming to cold
how quickly you change your face
cut right to the bone
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 10:26 PM UTC
You were my angel in blackest days
Smile the only light
Think my world would still be black
If you had not of taken away the night
Darkness seemed to fill
I knew
Life spaced out by sobs of punctuation
The monotonous dullness of time
Provided color and fluctuation
How could I dim the sky?
The one?
Had put the sun in mine
Hearts are setting in the distance
I'll forever remember your shine
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 4:37 AM UTC
Glasses clashing with a clink
Sophisticated men of good health drink
Congratulating one another on a deal
Wondrous wealth the root of its appeal
And laughter loops in-between the night air
Months later a young boy can only stare
As his father returns home with all his tools
Midday heat hounding him as he sat on a stool
His calloused hands covering his face
Tearfully told the family that he’d been replaced
But not just him, every buddy that he could see
Said the job had set sail far over the sea
The young boy couldn’t understand the notion
Ran out the house and threw rocks at the ocean
Yet as the days went on there was one caveat
Prices at the stores did mysteriously drop
So once rare treats became as commonplace
As his father's work shuttling from place to place
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 9:50 AM UTC
"You are one in a million."
- Then you realize
that means there must be
THOUSANDS
Just.
Like.
You.
So you worry,
You fret,
You wonder
What it takes to
stand apart.
Youtrythingsyouwouldnototherwise.
U do thingz you can never 4get;
All just to be
original.
You write and profess
about matters you hardly understand.
You torture yourself
to
s t r e t c h
your limits.
You educate yourself
So to think
Like no one el$e ha$.
You adopt strange habits
In fluctuating,
foreign
accommodations.
Then you
r m e
u l
c b
when it all
slips...
You almost feel
Original.
...away...
You change your name,
Take on a new identity-
One like they've never seen.
Bleach your personality
And sulk behind lifeless, purple hair-
Garishly placed among a black and white world-
While inhaling toxic fantasies
That suffocate-
No, wait, perhaps they liberate-
Those things that make you feel
alive
and unique.
You are the Original.
You are unlike any force ever know. You are the thunder's roar and the wolf's howl.
But you can't shake this ominous feeling:
You've become unoriginal
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
"My people refers to me as Adamant,"
Adamant, this
Adamant, that
Adamant, ruin their marriage.
Adamant, make the politicians **** one another.
"What do I get for being Adamant?"
Come here, Adamant
Stay away, Adamant
Chant me million of butterflies, Adamant.
Learn how to nurture, Adamant.
"But I will not be Adamant no longer,"
Adamant, this
Adamant, that
You will love yourself, darling.
Fostering kindred soul within us all.
"God bless you. Not me,"
Adamant, darling
Adamant, dear
You are God.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC