Look at you, faded;
I hope you get your smile back,
it was so cosmic;
Cataclysmic atrophy
to transform into abyss.
When something cataclysmic
occurs in our life
when that curved ball is thrown
when belief is suspended
when reality gets warped
when normality
the everyday
is thrown out the window
when it feels
alarmingly
that we have
at a molecular level
been altered
that we are no longer who we were
mere seconds ago
it is then
that we must dig deep
find those hidden reserves
engage that coping mechanism
grit ones teeth
and soldier on
is it not fortuitous
that we come with these skills
this reserve 'chute
granted
our skills are honed and sharpened
by the mere process of being alive
but the seed
that potential to cope
comes standard
it is not an optional extra
an add-on
we are born with the ability
to cope with the cataclysmic
the question is
did the cataclysmic exist
before we strolled into the picture
like wind and rain
growth and decay
or have we created it
all by our very own little selves.
All the softest words,
nothing that stands behind them;
Ideology,
over and over again
cataclysmic destruction.
If I were superhuman, I would be “Cataclysmic, the wonderful.”
Cause everywhere I go I cause destruction on contact,
My words cause confusion, it’s an illusion, there’s no confusion,
No accident, that my accent is evident.
Cause everything I touch explodes on contact.
Actions leave disasters in my wake, like an earthquake,
Tsunami, that’s not me but I can cause waves that hit like your mommy.
My words are elementary, rudimentary but let’s not get ahead of me,
I’mma leave a path a destruction in my wake,
When I leave this Earth you gonna remember me.
Death-strong! This scourge asphyxiating Earth;
Graves, flames, requiems and urns, these rites in dearth,
Corpses as sheaves, scythe trails bloodless casualties;
Time knells the toll and grimly mocks to pleas,
Shame born in guise of chaos for strong no more –
These pillars and halls until there be cure,
Lock-down! Proximity - The arch-enemy,
Scorn plays plaque, splitting lives in society.
Yet life now shows that all was a facade,
The fateful are as scared as the ill clad.
Caustic we as a cataclysmic raze -
Wrought warfare into love for human race,
Togetherness awakens the teeming throng,
Seven billion plus, we cannot be wrong.
Will this cataclysmic event happen in our lifetime
Yellowstone hanging over your noggin and mine
Life as we know it
Will be blown to bits
And everything we know will be redefined
I hope you find someone who loves you by choice not chance;
Someone who never makes you question your self-worth.
I hope you find someone who pursues your happiness as much as their own;
Someone who sticks to you as stripes on a Zebra, two beings in one soul.
I hope you find someone to relate to in a cataclysmic way;
Someone to be with like tongue and teeth, always forgiving.
I hope you find someone in whom you find a friend, lover and partner;
Someone who is your everything in anything.
I hope you find someone who treats you as their equal;
Someone who learns and grows with you and besides you.
Finally
I hope you find someone who completes you;
Someone in whose absence you're half part away
And be kind enough to be like that special someone you seek.
the wind that caress
your flowing
cascade
aroma of love
the earth you softly
tread
your whispering feet
redolence of want
i crave your lips your twisting pinky tongue
crawling circular like
a snake
your anger your anguish
the edge of your
naked
nail
i crave to ignite to unite
to deliver to climax
in a cataclysmic
explosion
O what forgotten providence,
to which my soul falls victim
on and off and on again,
indecision marking each page
with dog eared brutality.
Know not, want not, we
could never truly return
a moment as inconsequential
as that which marks. . .
Providential Dreams whose ends
are more mutably cataclysmic
than their begins.
Can only be born of indecisive
wonderlust,
Impendent scenes are nothing but
Providential Dreams
As providential dreams are nothing
But necessity.