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Brooksimus Aug 2011
Like a treacherous jungle, the world shaped its self to resemble the untamable, unforgiveable, and unimaginable creature that pounced on every crest of supple, innocent victim’s souls only to be dragged miles through painful, elongated trenches, and then expended in its entirety to recommence restructure in all new patterns of mutilated destructed forms; completely rearranged and in search for the light to guide culpable souls into worthy positions with better conditions and purer intentions.

From the inception, slithering wildly the legendarily discreet elapid serpent anticipated the fierce panthera. What was thought as a tyro odyssey, was underrated, uncreated, and translated to total transformative, love abated, accommodative, grief impregnated, planes alternated, affirmative gamboling games.

As a barbarous being, all and every cutthroat, bloated, anecdote of overdrawn, theatric fervor entered this imprudent, illuminated, and aggregated thing to fill unanswerable questions and unexplainable connections by intersecting other frantic, energetic, idiosyncratic reoccurring addicts with realms of disintegrated, hardheaded, nerve racked dreams.

The exterior scaled, degenerated able soul entangled and sacrificed minded controlled logic against the mystic, enigmatic, acidic beast. Pushing forward in the battle of cosmic evolution, a mistake making, empathic fool, inflicted from predicated illusions of heart wrenching, exploding, brooding agape for aspired end resulted, expanded frontiers.

What the scrawny, deluded fool missed were the all purposeful and most numerable senses that embrace every now where infinity spirals out related creation in the ever expandable universe that all the scavengers, hoarders, trackers, hunters, carnivores, herbivores, and the water possessed serpent misuse every now and now and now and now and again to address the real issues that are eschewed, abused, and viewed as insignificant tools that could never resolve unbearable fights within things, beings, or feelings of desertedness.

Miscommunication is everywhere and nowhere. Uncontrollable senses are everything and nothing. A constant fight within and without means nothing. Nerves we suppress and addictions we abuse. All to fill a space that exists at uncontrollable rates and lighting speeds. What is strategic logic without perceived cognizance? This is constant tumultuous idleness, sacrificed thoughtlessness, crude awareness, and unmanageable apprehension only exploited to rationalize a beast with labels, feeble doubts, to dwindle realities, and to fuel the unpeaceful balance.

The brute, that the restless, powerless, and distrustless serpent inhabited welcomes the transformative living immortal beings into the now of the hare who weakens the logic to lessened and opened tempos of the lines, spaces, and levels of the all and great smash of vast, immense potentiality of authenticity.
Anderson M Jul 2017
The sun lightly caresses my face
And my eyelids flutter in glowing
Appreciation and admiration, heart stirs
Dreamily awake, reluctant to resume its
Exceedingly vital task, funny how it slackens
Sometimes when its primary task is a matter
Of life and death, literally.
My fingers make fleeting acquaintance with my
Temples, a quick rubbing to ease blood flow
To stave off a nagging headache.
Soon, every part of me is more
Accommodative of the notion of waking up
And by extension the happenings
Of the remainder of the day.
if the sun stay hid
wonder if I'd have it in me
to perform any deed
other than sleep.
Kimeisha Paisley Aug 2018
Oh what joy it was meeting you,
And immediately I was attached to you..
I took you home and made you mine,
Not thinking I was crossing the line.

A home so grand for you I made,
On perches so high, your head you laid...
Your constant chatter, it made my day,
And the sound of your voice melted my heart away.

Who knew our time would be short lived?
To have you here with me, anything I'd give...
But the world outside is larger than a cage,
And who am I to stop you from turning that page...

Like a sparrow, you took off full speed ahead,
No looking back, from my sight you fled...
Did I hurt you or make you sad?
You were the best friends I've had...

I didn't get to see you grow,
Nor your little ones did I get to know...
I had plans for us to do great things,
But who knew what the future would bring...

So out in the wild, you now choose live,
I hope Mother Nature will be accommodative...
Enjoy your time and make me proud,
And do your best to stand out in the crowd.

Goodbye to you my little friends,
I hope that this isn't the end...
Visit as often as you can,
But if you can't, I do understand.
Goodbye to my Budgies Maggie and George
KV Srikanth May 2022
Last day of life
Lived in this universe
Hopefully by then
I'd have regrets none
Grateful for the experiences
Made me understand the nuances
That's what living is about
Took me long enough to figure it out
I will be nervous for sure
Knowing that death is near
Examples of bravery
That is read dearly
I'd replay it my head
Trying to wean of my cowardice
The philosophy id internalised
I would try to bring it alive
Great thinkers views of death
Hopefully would give my mind some peace and quiet
Not knowing what awaits
The other side of life
Would probably convince myself
Better there than the travails of life
Another day to pass
Will certainly not be my outlook
I'd rather not know that end is near
Only increases the bottled up fear
Accommodative to my loved ones
I'd be both gone and missing them
The day would pass by quickly
I'll make it longer with my memory
Life is a dream
I'm not the body or the  mind
It treats everyone the same
It's the end to a new beginning
All these ideologies
I have read in detail
Can I practice this
And see if it entails what it promises to entail
The only thing
Id be excited about
The answer I've been seeking
I'm now near its whereabouts
Matter of time
Before i know the answers
To the myth of reality
Which is going to present itself in all its glory
The last thing i would want
Comes as a shock
Time to leave as told
I would be praying for a miracle to unfold

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