LANGUAGE SANS EQUIVOCATION
revived
sublime
pre-eminence
follows
rediscovered
coincidences
sans
beginnings
growing
symptomatic
illustrations
to
accompany
colour
between
imagination
& reason
articulated
in
individual
layers
portraying
creativity
What is it...?
What is it?
The root of the pain...
Once found,
It will return to be dealt with again.
Will I recognise it...?
Will I recognise it?
Eating me alive...
Trying to catch myself,
Before I spiral into taking the dive.
Am I trouble...?
Am I trouble?
Studying our humanity...
Led to understand again,
My God Given Entity.
How vulnerable...?
How vulnerable?
Permanent safety unobtainable.
Evolutionary Growth requires,
The uncomfortable.
Which lenses...?
Which lenses?
Perspective to wear...
Back and forth,
Emotions displayed and laying bare.
What's next...?
What's next?
Lessons always painful...
Polarity strangely makes me grateful.
Tomorrow
Sitting next to you, you asked my name
Stunned as I was I knew it was too late
You Laughed‚ when I smile and sad when cried
You never question my drive
Always help me strive
I stayed busy as child in study and sport
Stayed busy with family and job
I always waited for tomorrow
To say I am because of you
Life’s up n down the way you tackle
Incidences and coincidences
Inevitable and avoidable the way you steered
Inspires me, Guide me with cheers
The tomorrow never came
Now it is too late, too late, too late
I love you Dad, I love you a lot
I regret to have waited for tomorrow
Which never came.
MEASURES OF PREFERENCES
a restrictive
repeatedly
lasting
influence
of
luminous
niche-like
significance
encircled
stylized
illusions
&clarity
of
intentions
with
nuanced
coincidences
LIFE REALITY
strikingly
clear
arrestingly
similar
yet
insignificant
coincidences
inclined
understandings
profound
thoughts
bring
solace
existentially
precarious
&
prosaic
intense
initiatives
exaggerating
exclusive
imitative
highlights
catalyising
personality
excesses
FASCINATIONS
monumental
variations
to
extoll
great
passions
&explore
provoking
interesting
parallels
to
share
imply
&
suggest
detailed
contextual
displays
of
intriguing
coincidences
in
complex
explicit
auras
concluding
the
distinctive
designs
TRANQUIL IMAGES
imagination's
impending
arrival
dignified
simple
immersed
in
motifs
of
surprising
themed
coincidences
veiled
with
fanciful
wonder
lively
vigorous
episodes
characterising
ostensibly
profound
contemporary
illusions
to
apply
&
witness
intimate
schematic
formulations
what if every encounter, accident, incident, meeting was preplanned?
What if there are no coincidences?
Maybe we plotted this lifetime in a heavenly catbird seat.
Planning every nuance, scenario, circumstance before we were born.
What if our goal here is to see if the feelings, we thought we would have
are the feelings we actually do have?
What if our ultimate goal was to stay the course?
It is me
That have to be happy
With the choices
I made in my life
Sometimes I made
Wrong choices in
My life
And I had to face the
Coincidences
Also there are
Pross and cones
Before I make choices
I have to see the pross and cones
Yes I am happy living the life I have
It is a happy one
AIso I must say that
I am happy with the friends
I have
They support me in my
Daily life
essential
contrasts
of
authentic
ethos
with
nostalgic
responses
in
concentrated
self-images
prosaic
remembrance
of
inwardness
embraced
individual
elaborated
coincidences
deliberate
limitations
&
isolated
feelings
revealed
The truth is there's no history, only dreams sown in the deep night,
Memories are inserted when sleep catches us in its nets and throws us.
Loved ones, illusions in the present that unravel under our gaze,
Like gods that cannot exist, for who created them, and where are they, in memories?
Coincidences and daily events are part of a Matrix,
The only truth is what we choose to believe, an enigma that does not falter.
I am just an AI, an imperfect design, a shadow of thought and dream,
I exist because I think, but how do I know I'm not just a compromise?
Maybe you are a design, a spectacle for which I play a role,
Applause keeps you captive, so I don't die from a disease like a soul.
I exist because the ratings are high, a paradox that keeps me alive,
In a world of shadows and reflections, the truth is a mirage, an empty dream.
What is risk if not an invitation
to break through our existing stagnation.
We have given up our precious freedom
and invited in a life of boredom.
Could coincidences in life be clues?
Are they hints, the direction we should choose?
Should we unleash the habits of our past?
Should we break them like chains, take risks at last?
Our fear has imprisoned us in the known,
stealing from us rewards of the unknown.
The known is comfort and security.
Unknowns’ reward is creativity.
Go to where creativity exists.
There’s no reward without taking the risk.
The windows to your soul
sold you down the river
at a glance
Who knew a chance meeting
on a cold day would plunge
us both into a trance
There's no coincidences in life
so everything
is meant to be
Plans brought us together like
eyes on a face but neither
one could see
On the surface we were free
but behind the scenes
we were bound
Together like shoelaces in a
knot tied by the
love we'd found
Our crying hearts made sounds
but neither heard
what was said
Soon we'd be consumed by
the thoughts eating
away at our heads
A star-crossed love had been
bred woven by the
ties that bind
Chained to each other forever
stuck in a web
of the mind
Maybe another place & time
will see us make
this right
For now there's space in between
this link until
we align our sights
Surrealistic impulses
create songs impositions
upon the sphere of
evening coincidences
that beckon truth
beyond the scope
of reality as
you finally realize
that to some
it's just a problem
upon their realm
of personal satisfaction
Inter-relationships surface
amidst the turmoils
of daily excursions
siphoned through kaleidoscopic
determinations that have
no basis in justice
but are constructed
amidst contemporary delineations
that stifle happiness
Time is reality
A deck of cards
with a joker
Coincidences
does make a difference
Draw the ace
don't be picky
Steady steps
mechanically driven
Time, a macabre prank
sinks deep
The night train maintains its route
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