Education, predesigned to open doors,
Becomes a leech on the skull
Draining creativity
Pigmentation leaks from pores

This life becomes a cycle of
Doing as you're told
Never succeeding
Unless you conform

Repetition wears
Warping bones
Bending frames
Reconstructed to their molds

Assembly line humans
"The minds of the future"
Education
Becomes a trap door

I almost threw up when I saw her
Holding lightly to your arm
I could feel my heart
Rise up in my throat

When I remembered
You aren't mine.

I have no claim over you
You are not mine to love
If you really loved me
You would be here
And if I really loved you
I would be with you

But here we are
Not loving each other

With other people
Living lives separate from our designs
Perhaps this is how it has always meant to be
Perfect predestined love can't be predesigned
By humans with so many fatal flaws

A love birthed from fame
Nothing penetrates the smooth skin
Of an ever tempting dame
No breeze to blow a ships sails
Only diamonds piled on rubies
suffocated in trunks and in pails,
Buckets but more romantic in name, Satisfaction in unsatisfactory gain
That howls at the moons as it transforms into tangible bane
Journey for the hunt predesigned to ****
And with dawn rises the most forgetful of will
Enamored by the chase
For misery has never been able to keep still

How can one soul treat another unequally?
—That which can't be perceived by the senses is free of judgement.
Sound in to your silenceful Nature,
Echoes of an uninfluenced instinct shall reverberate:
That all of us are consciously different,
That all are in a relationship with a predesigned ecosystem,
That all are the functioning cells of one body,
One organism—The Earth,
And in that all of us are one!
So, how does one treat oneself unequally?

There's no appointed time
nothing is predesigned
the will to act rests with the self sublime
the resolution of the prepared mind-

in the oasis of infinite imagination
constant beauty, love  and joy I find
in the immediacy of inspiration
all that's life ugly dross I leave behind.

I would not ever want
to be by fate predesigned
in contingency I bravely live
thus in all doing my life is defined.