#selection
If you see me
Early hour
You may find me, spiritual
By 8, you may find observant
By 9-8 PM, you may find experimental
After Dinner
I'll be dead romantic
Mind that perspectives
And select the right time
You want to meet
Thank you
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 12:53 AM UTC
Are we really in complete, control of our heart?
What about natural selection?
True to its own necessities
its as inescapable as mica in marble
its influence uncoiling
throughout our everyday existence.
The emotional future decided by pheromones
by unconscious laws of pattern, form and complexity.
Decisions independent of what is fleeting and fashionable,
based on actions without social polish.
Natural selection in the age of lasers,
terrifying hierarchies of secret signals.
Layers of strangeness glinting and winking at us.
Chemical commands by tide of electrical impulse to warm the heart.
To end one love in favor of another.
The choosing of one heart over another,
as if, at my age, the situation demanded such sacrifice.
To refocus the heart like the skipping of a pebble
from one spot to another. Self inflicted sabotage.. dreadful gamble..
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 11:07 AM UTC
A little cough, no worries, it will go away
More irritable next day, worrisome by third
Had better see a doc, but slept the last that night
Scattered world wide, by planeloads, unrevealed, unknown
Germinate in a week, spawn on breath, speech of death
Revived ancient bug, mutated, drug resistant.
Pandemics, long with us: Black Death was not the first
Now global rapid spread, global rapid response
Always ready, always surprised, always novel.
The fit didn’t survive, the survivors, the fittest
Catastrophic selection, months, not million years
Emptied earth, cleaned, reclaimed, to be fought for, again.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 3:53 AM UTC
Sitting in a circle itchy patchy cross legged
hearing the feet passing the scratchy
the whoosh brush of almost hands
at our backs
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
Danger
They wanted more
For them to suffer
To believe
This isn't the world
You can live in
Stranger
Spread words on them
For them to bow
To believe
This is the world
You could hope
Ranger
He survived enough
For himself to strive
To believe
This is the only world
He could prosper
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC
Please do not play with my innocent emotions
Please do not make me die before actual death
Love is nothing, a set of wrong or right notions
Please do not torture me just breath after breath
Love values demand to bear all torture and pain
But like a lover I do appreciate and understand
What is taste of pleasure and what is just disdain
My love has adopted your real color and brand
You **** me with a sharp weapon I do not mind
On every attack I feel pleasure and satisfaction
I can see you clearly even if I see you being blind
My love with your beauty is a perfect selection
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC
What do you want?
Tears to regret!
Dew drops to soul refine!
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 8:51 PM UTC
That's what they say, never trust any type of genius like that.
It's called the inheritance and selection.
And this is gonna be better than this and better than that.
Like we always do.
Because we are so smart, dark and lovely. We always have fun and a good time tonight.
No complaints, no exceptions and no warnings.
We always stay safe and we always stay warm. There's everything to do with the inheritance and selection.
Anonymous. 12/16/2015.
©2015 by Trevon S. Haywood.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 3:08 PM UTC
Love is to life
Hate is to death
So
I have to choose one of two
It's all about me
It's all over me
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
Taking a new direction
I watched you burn
I turned from you
Natural selection exists even in love
Especially in love
In symbolism you were a dove
But doves are but mortal
They die,
And olive branches drop from their beaks as they cease to fly
Its funny.
I always wanted a piece of you but never knew why.
I think I knew I was too weak
So I would take a section of your heart when we parted ways
I still have it locked away to this day
In the most personal of safes
I think its why I still feel your kiss in the rain
It doesn't stop the pain
But it makes me feel again babe
So im giving you thanks
At your grave as you burn into pages
And on the paper youve become
Still as white as the dove you were
I draw you a map to the piece of your heart I took
Its in the spot of the piece of mine you still have
You just have to look
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
what if the world is just too tough for all of us?
natural selection
that's why so many people commit suicide
because the human race is becoming stronger
leave the emotionally weak behind
push them to their limits until they can't take it any more
we only want the strong
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC