#percent
Imminent reality comes crashing down
The zombie bots are revolting tonite
Clash of steel, electric fences hold me in
Nostrils breathe in nostalgia
A broken, digital compass buried
beneath a world stuck on dial-up tone
I feel the grip upon my stretching skin
I feel the clenching of my taut jaws
Blinding headaches scream like raging bullets
Suspension by wires, the tension begins to rise
Bottom feeders decay in swamps of fury
As the rich eat their teeth in golden palaces
World on fire & no one knows
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 7:54 AM UTC
Incorrigible hoarder of the useless and perishables
Fridge full of forgotten decay and unfinishing leftovers
A comforting illusion of plenty and unending riches
To which she nibble away, always leaving behind ten percent
Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 12:42 AM UTC
i stop at the t-junction
between your throat and your collarbone
loving people with a t-suppliment
overthrowing any judgement
you forced me up
and squeezed lemon juice down my throat
i'm pretending that this was never real
but feeling my skin flake and peel
do you ever miss the pain of a new scar?
because there is too much space between my fingers
and it feels raw and unwelcome.
there is something alluring about
unraveling string-
loose ends splitting and breaking
forever vanishing into oblivion
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 1:25 AM UTC
Worst hangover ever
I only drank water
40%
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 5:31 PM UTC
We sat upon our hands
and watched the world go by.
Counted the seas and lands,
measured from ground to sky.
The ownership was not fair,
potential to be a billionaire,
without setting up a trust
gold can't stay but can it rust?
Life grows from a seed,
we take inventory and stock.
It's more than you'll need,
who sold the last free rock?
They plant a waving flag,
and make the ground their own,
they saw those who held just a rag,
and told them it was now on loan.
When will they tax the air?
Potential to be a billionaire,
who even signed the deed,
to sell the world for greed?
Both money and tree;
they share a shade of green.
This world should be free,
who sold the last free scene?
We sat upon our hands,
and watched the world go by.
Raked in the dollars from sands,
and made money by making trees die.
We did nothing but stare,
potential to be a billionaire,
who even decided the price,
and then doubled it twice?
Now borders and walls,
on lands we all should own.
Tax lakes and waterfalls,
and see how their stock's grown.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 9:30 AM UTC
one hundred percent
is an ideal quota
there's perfection
in the quota
that's
the
quota
all
gals
so
love
on
guys
giving
one
hundred
percent
of
their
love
no other quota
will suffice
it's got to be
one hundred percent
that quota
is so nice
why give
forty percent
why give
sixty percent
always make it
one hundred percent
it's a simple maths equation
one and one
equals a well entwined two
and it only happens
when one hundred percent
ensues
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
Sixty-five percent of the time I just don't get it,
Thirty percent of the time I just don't care,
And the other five percent was never meant for me to know...
But the last five percent if he hardest for me to let go.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
~
Waves of Love.
I will rise above the sea of myst
Glistening clouds I’ll kiss
Joyfully singing as Krishan I visit
O holy spirit
I fumble my words but I love you so
The one for whom we are given loving glow
My structure more or less rigid I know
Time to just go ahead and let it flow
Making sweet usic with keystrokes
Enduring nothing, loving for show
The light of a universe creating illusion
The confusion, always eluding
It is to known I will say it cldarly
The universe is made of love
So come on, get near me!
Not me, physical, though you may if you wish
But me the consciousness
For it is awareness
The giver of all that is
And I am so grateful
That I could give you all a kiss
Hi neighbors
Hi family
Hi friends
Hi lovers
We all need to begin
By loving each other.
@
Location
Troubling always
When you believe in location
As if there are some
And they are more valuable.
The world is not made of locations
It is always here
It is always here.
Location is mental
It is narrative of instrument
Be
Free
Live
#
123 numbers
One is Unity
Two is Separation
Three is Creativity
Four is Rationality
Five is the World
Six is Man
Seven is Heaven
8 is Infinity
9 is the End
10 begins again
Eleven is Unity
$
Money
Imaginary wealth
To distract us
From what truly is
%
100 of it is Love
^
As above
So below
&
And then…
Light
*
Stars that twinkle stars that shine
Hint at something, more divine
If you stay you’ll hear a message
“Don’t forget
You are a blessing!”
(
I think a lot of thoughts
But they are not me)
_
Floors don’t exist
And never
Is imaginary
+
Adding and subtracting is futile
The nature of the game
Is always 0
!
How could I forget
To exclaim
My name
K
Emanuel!
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
She said I missed you
And I did
She saw the way I touched you
You felt so good in my hands
That I couldn't hide it
Like part of me
You and I
Lightning, clouds and thunder
Raining brass from the sky
Death no longer silent
But screaming in joy
Barking it out loudly
Singing to the world
Stirring dust devils
In the distance
As we dance
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 11:09 AM UTC
People have become so familiar
With so many failed love stories
They seek protection from love
Categorizing lovers as peculiar
Keeping at distance from them
Branding the lovers like aliens
They often oppose idea of love
But guys please read all of this
Read that I am obviously fully
Hundred & One Percent Sure
That my love will materialize
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 5:44 AM UTC