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Six degrees of separation,
I see you
At the station,
Strangers bound by threads unseen,
Stories stitched where gaps have been.

Your glance meets mine, a fleeting spark,
Echoes carried through the dark.
Through hands we've held and roads we've crossed,
Connections found, though never lost.

A friend of yours once knew a face,
That lingers now in distant place.
And here we stand, so close yet far,
Entwined like constellations are.

Six degrees, a fragile chain,
Linking joy and loss and pain.
In every turn, the ties remain,
And strangers softly feel the same.
The voices dwell deep in my mind
You are nobody
You are useless
You know nothing.
Beaten down,
Brought to my knees,
Gasping for air,
I cannot breathe.
I believe.
But this belief sows my destruction
I weep for the dead
Great but now fed
To the worms in the dust
The dust I will join
Sooner than I think.
What good am I among these?

I have wasted the reservoir of time
In sin, in doubt, in fear
Fear of what I left undone.
Where do I go from here?
The voices came calling again.

But I cannot continue like this.
I give up or shut up.
Shut up and act.
Act and believe.

Even if that belief is beyond reason
Beyond my mind to comprehend
The words of a lunatic.

I am greatness personified
if I believe
I am the master of my own universe
if I believe.

I am the king of dust, not its minion
And I will return to my kingdom
When I am done
But not today.
This poem was written during a moment of deep internal struggle. It’s about the voice in the mind that tells us we are nothing—and the quiet resistance that rises in spite of it.
It's inspired by Walt Whitman's “O Me! O Life!”.
 Apr 7 CJ Sutherland
Pax
only a few can see
appreciation of its beauty
unseen to most
to where it hides
its truth without a cost.
And how much is art really worth?
She walks at night likes passion's grace
Through nebulous fields of dream landscapes
Wild Morpheus her footsteps guides

She’s lust’s impassioned wile incarnate
Her will like swirling ocean currents
Endows the night with wanton purpose

Sent from heaven's pearly gates
To make men ponder mortal fortune
Tempting spirits will to sate

Demanding accolades of prowess
To satisfy her primal needs
Traverse her treacherous terrain

Her visage of immortal love
Like honey dripping from the comb
Inspires reckless heart's abandon

Dawn comes like coitus interruptus  
Narcotic wisps of contention fade
A thrall with no earthly recourse
Infatuated with the feminine mystique in general can leave you unrequited.
The profit of greed
Is the only thing they need.
Man want more,
For the seeds they sow.

I profit more,
Till I start to pour.
I take others lives,
To feed my fearful lies.

I take what’s free,
To monopolize and fee.
Oh, you think you’re free?
I lock, no key.

What further more,
Shall suffer need.
I take before,
Your life, I feed.

They do this more,
The plagues saturate the poor.
All I need is myself alone,
To finally destroy humanities stone.
This is where unchecked capitalism and greed can satiate the need of more over human rights. There are many examples of this, including today, such as big pharmaceutical and other industries that we need further consumer protection from under the restrictions of basic human needs. Such as the needs of profits over basic rights we presume today, and the stagnation of innovation from the manipulation of patents and lobbyists that do not have the interest of humanity in mind.
Dawn did tell me
It’s deepest secret
As the morning
Did put it to rest

And the morning
Came to seek
What it was
Dawn had said

But I was stranded
And frozen in time
As the afternoon
Left morning behind
I
wish to
make you proud,
but its never going to
be completed because I'll never-
ill never ever be enough, will I?
well... answer the question.
The old man
drifted into memories—
technicolour visions
of a young farmhand,
naked to the waist.

Sweat added a glossy shine
to an already impressive torso.
Mary, the land owner's daughter,
gazed longingly at her fancy,
then approached, offering
homemade lemonade.

He nodded thanks,
drinking the glass down
into his empty,
thirsting stomach.
They both smiled.

Slipping from the memory,
the old man
closed his eyes,
took a final breath,

and then
once again —
tasted lemonade.
The doctor arrived—
A man whose life path is marked by six and framed by fame.
He stood beside the ambassador; together, they spoke,
Two minds aligned, two hands that shook,
Making change, shaping peace—
Turning tides, setting chaos at ease.

Things are not always what they seem,
But the world is shifting toward a brighter dream.
The Sixteen rise, striking north,
And inflation whispers, ready to burst forth.

Prices climb and fall in waves,
As karma spins the globe,
Draped in chaos,
Crowned with consequence.

A revelation brews at the edge of dawn—
The horseman of famine already rides on.
The world bends low, down on its knees,
Shaken by that unseen thing,
The thing that makes you sneeze.

The doctor kindles interest in your mind,
Igniting purpose you were meant to find.
A man stands strong against the bully’s might,
A student guided by the blue  Star of Light—
Deporting her back to her home country.
The Jewish flame that guards from far, the Jewish  student a symbol shining like a star earning his degrees.
The expensive campus.

With hearts of love, we join as one,
To fix what’s broken, to get things done.
We thrive, we hold, we build, we trade—
In unity, progress is made.

No sorrow here, no tale of doom—
Only rising hope that clears the gloom.
The hands of power now seek to grow,
To nurture, to build, to learn and know.

AI flows through every stream—
Testing like an scientist,
The Engineer that needs fuel,
The Generator,
The labs, in trials, in future dreams.
Testing minds, reshaping norms,
Through every breakthrough, every storm.

New friends arise across the land,
Lending wisdom, lending hand.
Development deepens, bonds renew,
As funding helps our visions come true.

Some moments brief, some gains may fade,
But more is born from what is made.
A sign above—Seraphim align—
Their wings outstretched across divine.

Together we rise, together we strive,
To make this world not just survive,
But thrive in hope, in light, in grace—
A better future, a better place.
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