1.
the buoy asked
is it true?
that theres nothing absolutely true?
the voice replied with a smiley
yeah, absolutely
iiii]; )'
ever wonder why you're special
i guess you stopped believing so
is it possible that everyone of this world share the same breath? i wouldn't say impossible,but never ever had been a time when all such things happened
whats good is beyond distortion
we sought for religion
but there were times when men knew no science but fought the worst of them all
the didnt perish,they prospered
yet and untill there is nothing left to be judged.
# its not in proper punctuating manner,and not final formst also
2.
w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ t̶h̶e̶ s̶u̶n̶ r̶i̶s̶e̶ i̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ e̶a̶s̶t̶ a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶?
w̶i̶t̶h̶ t̶h̶e̶ f̶o̶g̶s̶ r̶u̶n̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶b̶o̶v̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶ r̶a̶i̶n̶
w̶i̶l̶l̶ i̶t̶ b̶e̶ a̶ g̶l̶o̶o̶m̶y̶ d̶a̶y̶?
h̶i̶d̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶e̶ s̶k̶y̶ u̶n̶d̶e̶r̶ b̶l̶a̶c̶k̶ c̶u̶r̶t̶a̶i̶n̶
w̶i̶l̶l̶ m̶y̶ g̶u̶i̶t̶a̶r̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ i̶t̶ a̶t̶ a̶l̶l̶?
t̶h̶a̶t̶ i̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'t̶ b̶e̶ a̶n̶y̶m̶o̶r̶e̶
w̶h̶o̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ c̶r̶y̶ a̶t̶ m̶y̶ f̶u̶n̶e̶r̶a̶l̶?
i̶ f̶a̶n̶c̶y̶ s̶e̶e̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶o̶s̶e̶ t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶s̶ r̶e̶a̶l̶
y̶e̶a̶h̶ i̶ f̶a̶n̶c̶y̶ t̶o̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶
w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ i̶t̶ m̶a̶t̶t̶e̶r̶ a̶t̶ a̶l̶l̶?
w̶h̶e̶n̶ i̶m̶ g̶o̶n̶e̶ a̶n̶d̶ y̶o̶u̶ m̶i̶s̶s̶ m̶e̶
c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ i̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ i̶t̶ f̶r̶o̶m̶ h̶e̶l̶l̶???
g̶u̶e̶s̶s̶ i̶l̶l̶ n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ m̶a̶k̶e̶ i̶t̶ t̶o̶ h̶e̶a̶v̶e̶n̶
w̶a̶i̶t̶ i̶m̶ n̶o̶t̶ s̶u̶r̶e̶ a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ w̶h̶e̶n̶
b̶u̶t̶ i̶f̶ i̶ d̶i̶e̶ t̶o̶m̶o̶r̶r̶o̶w̶
w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ i̶ m̶i̶s̶s̶ n̶o̶t̶ b̶e̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶?
b̶e̶t̶ y̶o̶u̶ c̶a̶n̶t̶ h̶o̶l̶d̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ t̶e̶a̶r̶
g̶o̶d̶ i̶ c̶a̶n̶t̶ w̶a̶i̶t̶ f̶o̶r̶ m̶y̶ t̶r̶a̶i̶n̶ t̶o̶ c̶o̶m̶e̶
f̶o̶r̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ t̶r̶a̶i̶n̶ i̶s̶ n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ t̶o̶ c̶o̶m̶e̶
e̶v̶e̶n̶ i̶f̶ m̶y̶ t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶s̶ h̶e̶r̶e̶ i̶s̶n̶t̶ d̶o̶n̶e̶
i̶t̶ i̶s̶ c̶e̶r̶t̶a̶i̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶n̶ w̶i̶l̶l̶ i̶t̶ c̶o̶m̶e̶?
w̶i̶l̶l̶ i̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ i̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ i̶t̶s̶ m̶y̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶?
o̶r̶ i̶t̶s̶ b̶o̶o̶m̶ a̶n̶d̶ a̶l̶l̶ i̶s̶ b̶l̶a̶n̶k̶?
i̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ i̶t̶ w̶o̶n̶t̶ m̶a̶t̶t̶e̶r̶ l̶o̶n̶g̶ a̶s̶ w̶e̶'r̶e̶ t̶o̶g̶e̶t̶h̶e̶r̶
w̶i̶l̶l̶ i̶ b̶e̶ o̶u̶t̶ t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ s̶o̶m̶e̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶?
f̶l̶o̶a̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶b̶o̶v̶e̶ o̶u̶r̶ s̶k̶i̶e̶s̶
l̶i̶k̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶ w̶i̶n̶d̶ o̶f̶ m̶o̶n̶s̶o̶o̶n̶
n̶o̶t̶ t̶o̶o̶ c̶o̶l̶d̶ b̶u̶t̶ n̶o̶t̶ w̶a̶r̶m̶ e̶i̶t̶h̶e̶r̶
b̶u̶t̶ i̶t̶ m̶a̶k̶e̶s̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶ s̶h̶i̶v̶e̶r̶
w̶i̶l̶l̶ i̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ w̶h̶a̶t̶s̶ g̶o̶i̶n̶g̶ o̶n̶ h̶e̶r̶e̶?
w̶h̶a̶t̶ m̶y̶ b̶a̶b̶e̶ a̶t̶e̶ f̶o̶r̶ s̶u̶p̶p̶e̶r̶
w̶h̶a̶t̶s̶ m̶y̶ b̶o̶y̶ l̶o̶o̶k̶s̶ l̶i̶k̶e̶
w̶h̶e̶n̶ h̶e̶ g̶r̶o̶w̶s̶ 2̶5̶
c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ i̶ s̶e̶e̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ f̶r̶o̶m̶ t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶?
i̶f̶ i̶m̶ n̶o̶t̶ a̶r̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ a̶n̶y̶m̶o̶r̶e̶
w̶h̶a̶t̶'l̶l̶ b̶e̶ l̶i̶k̶e̶ i̶t̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶o̶u̶t̶ m̶e̶?
w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ i̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ i̶ a̶m̶ g̶o̶n̶e̶?
w̶h̶e̶n̶ I̶'m̶ g̶o̶n̶e̶
3
To you Tricetri
i think of you when
i see clouds are hiding the sun
in a sky that was so like that was mine
i see thunders and flashes are flying
and burning above and beneath of every and everything
i sing a tune that lays my fate
words are the magic that tells how you smell and taste
i see a tree of life here upon which were tied
,thoth ****** my blood and push them brown sugars
my ears are hollower than black holes
it sings with the holiest hymns
no one ever told me about you
I never hoped theres really someone
something like you
i dont know to travel thy roads so high
my sight was grounded with limitations to fly
your light is what i search now
i see it but im sure ill find a way through
to the suns where the gods once lived
where i believe im traveling only
into one sight my thoughts are now
@lined with the one that awaits but nowhere
no one known has ever seen those skies
its not to fear if you know there's light
there once lived the here them children of fire
the played with sun and moon as theyre their lover
they knew healing and flying not bound by laws that we knew since we saw the apple fall
its so wrathful a things such
them children wandering without a home
waiting for mankind to breed them warm and fresh
lord i want them fire riding and piercing through
our rusted skins of ego and rotten flesh
in them we ought to live like we were
meant to be,:::the wind
that blows all across
one two and three and all.
i actually know very little about poetry but i feel strongly attached to poems