#inception
Coffee shops with preppy peers
I have many thoughts to get out
Avoided from spite not fears
resolute in dive for better rout
It's peaceful during the day,
And coffee as good as another
If I get lonely I need only wait
The afternoon will fill the parlor
Cosmopolitan citizen
Harken to what will be
When many words written -
so many words for thee
My profession is lying
But desperately wanted to paint
And so I took to writing
Better pictures in verbal trade
-by a distant artist that life made
In manner wise for manners far
accredited for chance mistake
Intrepid move from coffee shop to the bar
for a friend anticipate
Pleasure held in pleasure’s hand
The world is sweet in little pieces
Tis sour still for stern demand
But sugar is found in cracks and creases
Then the tacit messenger
Quick and silent Hermes
Happily I offer my surrender
when at last tis time to leave
The sun is warm and brightly shown
Though my face is found in wanting
So I walk at night in a city known
and bodies pass like ships undaunted
Demon or Daemon, the moments thrill
gazes held amid motions thrown
Two philosophers at The Hemlock Grill
embracing axiomatic trace resume
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 11:06 AM UTC
You were always there to help me through things, even thou there were the obvious times when it looked too be me just helping you throughout...EVERYTHING! Except that's never been quite truthful, since our very "inception" towards one another! I could honestly say there is not a time that goes by, where you aren't there to brighten up my day when reaching out with your greeting that raises my hopes even further in life! Showing that my heart glows for the very "special" friendship that we have together! As yours leaks while softly weeping tears of joy at the very prospect of your own independent individuality becoming (all the more "tempting") when confronting yourself toward me more and more as we both "shake a leg" when our very progress seems too quicken with each step of confrontation! Which is only limited by the access that we claim within each other's very hearts! It is truly "limitless"! Only when the "there and after"... Becomes the full set at which is easier for us too pronounce in one another. Giving a raise in our compatibility together as if by a mere simulation sparks trade between our ever-increasingly lingering emotions! Where the thing that merely activated this very "simulation for compatibility"... Was a cueing announcements called "information"! Our information is both a "heart of gold", because it's made to be entirely there...afterwards! (Remaining forevermore...if not "indefinitely"!) Whatever happens afterwards, will truly test our defining features as whatever we shape our mere simulation for compatibility into the next inception toward one another!
PS... It doesn't matter whatever happens to each one of us (from here on out)! Since wherever we are within some type of "unreachable scenario"... Will know the title of this very passage towards one another.... The "there and after"... Is not something you can just claim. But for the desire between our two compatibilities too simulate a greater passage of information when our very identities become one within the desire to bear a stronger resemblance towards each other's "glowing and leaking" hearts!
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 1:52 PM UTC
What if this entire world
Was only just a dream?
If everything you said and did
Was never heard or seen?
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 12:08 AM UTC
The 7th dream was already in limbo.
It takes a thought to make up an idea.
While in the subconscious world of,
Persevering an idea through the means of thoughts
That was passed on in a dream (Inception)...
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 8:36 AM UTC
the titanium sun
never ceases to rise
in the realm were
everything is
but your eyes
and when you
seem to fail and falter
in a static realm
reality can alter
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 7:42 AM UTC
I’m definitely Matrixed in,
feel like every girlfriend is a program,
feel like every experience is a dream,
feel like I don’t feel anything at all now,
maybe I’m a machine,
maybe I’m not a human being,
maybe I’m more cyborg than Sapien,
maybe I’m more electron than neuron,
and maybe none of this matters,
maybe we’re cogs in the vehicle,
maybe we’re abnormal cyborgs,
more flamboyant than incog,
more insignificant and important,
and maybe I’m special,
and maybe I do stand out more than most,
but at the end of the day I don’t think it matters,
because when it’s all said and done everything is just dust,
no justice,
it’s justice,
feeling a bit awkward and bazaar,
suspecting that they spiked the fruit punch,
and I don’t know for sure that none of this is real,
but I do have a pretty strong hunch,
want fresh squeezed not pre-made,
want a spontaneous feeling not an automated response,
want to stay here with you for as long as I can,
but I think that might be impossible because I’m probably already gone,
so please say something real or say nothing at all,
constantly trying to find ways to reaffirm our existence,
that’s why I still go out socialize and initiate relationships,
even though every time I do it all feels sterile cliche and pre-rehearsed,
but maybe that’s because we’re living in a Matrix,
I’m definitely Matrixed in,
feel like every girlfriend is a program,
feel like every experience is a dream,
feel like I don’t feel anything at all now…
∆ LaLux ∆
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
What does the good heart ask
Who are still remain to compete
When a disease remains un defeat
Where on deathbed at the feet
Will I waste my last words so sweet
Why "Do you see, I won? "
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 4:50 AM UTC
Let's have some coffee, shall not we?
Are you hungry?
No, why?
You have a playful deluge to propagate, do not you?
Your eyes blaze vividly like sky
And? The whole street's quivering by luxurious lights
The clouds strive to squeeze amongst each other
What's recrudescing?
Get up! thunders doodle the sands
I got bored of coffee
With such clouds amidst the sun'll be discombobulated
Are my eyes still blazing?
Oh, stop chuckling
It's not me! listen! the wind blubbers and woes don't you wonder why,?
A blizzard's ambulating?
Observe those odd bolts!
Want to race?
You think you'll be rejuvenated?
By the inception sunshine, wasn't we to bloom blows?
How bizarre now! you forgot the cup of yours
I'll imbibe love without you! will you please, catch me?
If I don't want to scratch me!
Your kiss mangles me delicately
Look.. I believe I cannot inhale
The billows of zest, touchy how you are!
The sea becomes boring to behold
It's whether we play or hunt
Dull, warm lasting not night
Hold my hand
What? we'll in such transcendence, dance?
Increasingly
Let's demonstrate our demons
You are drunk bliss
Some coffee?
It's a pulchritudinous oblivion! no
You utilise love as toy
I just connect the tiles
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
Dreams keep me awake;
When my eyes slowly shut...
You stole your way in,
Swimming the tears,
Holding the eye ridge,
You peeped in to your reflection...
Your reflection, peeped in to its,
Another you, another reflection, Another you, another reflection,
Another you, another reflection,
You stole your way in...
As my eye lashes shut down..
You were trapped a thousand times..
Dreams after dreams,
And now....
A thousand dream keeps us awake...
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC
In my dreams, it seems
there are means for meaning to convene,
an odd mind space in between
what exists and what is unseen;
often intangible serene,
grand, surreal, green
but just a dream it seems,
just a dream a dream a dreeeaaaammmm
coming undone at the seams
ethereal threads, silky sheen
a dimension where the mind teems
a shoulder for my soul's body to lean
my vivid, living dream
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
You're related to the sun...
Ever so gold...
Rising invariably atop of my world...
I promise, now that it comes to you...
All that matters to me gets blacked out...
Not far from a solar eclipse...
Everything's shaded...
Even my pride gets faded...
Not a thing.. Not a word.. Nor a single soul can possibly explain it...
As if your spirit exists on mine...
Not necessarily to tear me up...
But to give birth to a new part of me...
"You" are the inception...
Matching the "Big Bang"...
Only this time, "You" are my "Own" treasured yet unsolved "Theory"...
Thu. Nov. 28th 2013.
Kawther AlKhabbaz.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC
Inception Transcribed (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics)
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==Inception Transcribed ==
by
SassyJ
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Inception and intersection of human life are diverse. We are ushered as a blank canvas to the shores of life. Socialised with values, beliefs and cultures. Our acclimatised acculturation. Submerged in the swampy lowlands each sunk and wandering through and through.
This morning I woke and left my house...... looked up to the horizons of nature. And there it was.... a revolving camera smiling at each stride I take... following me and taunting me. Unreserved in institutions, submerged in the ever decaying social structures.
Why do we do what we do everyday?
Is it part of the human processes and functions?
To exist and be absolutely absent but present. I fret, then I smile. Trying to join the puzzles in the mazes. Ever questioning if I am here to learn or to be polluted by bureaucracy.
Lets call for an assembly, announce that the town is dead. Yet, its people are gasping, breathing to fill their lives with a new paradigm. Look at me all cyanosed , the blueness of the dying veins... sunk in the redistribution and social panic. Re-engaged in the demoralised democracy. Look at me asking....
What is the meaning of life?
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC
Come along sweetheart
Walk faster
Do you want to go with me?
Don't look down
The dream is the lie
The wolves are shadows
And clouds are flames
Don't trust your eyes
Keep your hand in mine
And just follow me
I'm here
They can't touch you
I can see you looking down sweetheart
Don't
If you fall I'll pick you up
I'm here
They're trying to stop you
Are you going to let them?
Hurry up sweetheart
The dream is ending...
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
Take my spirit and my dreams you take
push me down and my dreams you make
connection, such a kind that cant break
inception, such a dream you cant wake
the suspense, such emotion, cant blink
inventive, I'd be dead if I cant think
crazy, don't push me, I'm on d brink
spiritual to physical I found the link
my mind is motivated but my feelings are weak
room so tight, the tension this* thick
fills your mind with pressure so quick
a bag of tricks for you for each week
and am getting heavier, pray I dont sink
the devil at the door hole, pray he dont peek
and I'll keep praying until the world shrinks
and falls in Your hands and just remains meek
and how can I die? there's no bucket to kick
if He made me that way, then am happy ama freak
and when I do wat I do, I dont do it cos I can
I do it cos I know that He made me who I am
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
As I stood in front of critical eyes, I had to convey myself today.
In my mind, I have designed the whole system as requested,
in my eyes, I have emitted my internal confidence of myself,
But when on stage, I feel compelled to watch my words,
My words sometimes have a way to stray, searching for the best combination.
The fear is not within my abilities of my craft, but my ability to sell myself, as a representation of the system I momentarily created. The anxiety of proposing my logic mixed with the doubt of being over-pretentious became me.
As I look into their eyes, I take a mental breath, and proposed my system within layers as suggested in my mind. I felt compelled, yet nervous to present my thoughts and ideas. I am confident, yet thoughtful of every instance that could make or break my deal.
That said, believing in yourself and knowing your facts to prove your bases, is the key to the eyes of inception that we call cultural matching to the masses.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
the clock in the corner, it ticks and tocks,
i am a walking paradox,
the things i say are never true,
oh don't you wish you knew the truth?
alas, the truth is in front of your eyes,
the way that i act is just a disguise,
and the things that i say are all quite real,
please tell me how that makes you feel.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
Time: a purpose
built for frolic and fancy;
an infinite seduction
so exquisite
that it’s yet to be considered to exist;
a burden so nameless
that life abandons it
almost upon inception.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
***Ensnared in
the crystallization
of web's
intimidating deception,
superficial spider
met its
duplicitous match,
whence the improvised
contortionist morphed
forth from its chrysalis,
spun midst grandeur
in triumphant
survival of flight's
sheer inception***
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
How to write haikus:
Five, seven, five. Easy right?
Greet inspiration.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
You’re waiting for a train
A train that takes you far away
But then you remember
You already played this game
Inception is what they mean
For they who can’t dream
Forever is what you get
As long as you have left
Buildings fall ocean rising
Forever might seem surprising
Untouchable it seems
But promises are to keep
You think you are awake
While you are actually asleep
Wanting to wake up
You have to die
Totems are the key
To see what is reality
Gravity rules
For they who are awake
And alive
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC