I am the universe
Before I was, did my "I" exist?
Atoms danced in cosmic streams,
Born in stars, billions of years past,
Nuclei forged in supernova blasts.
In my parents’ cells, DNA entwined.
A code of life, billions of years refined.
Then, in my mother’s womb, I formed,
Cells dividing, channeling a form
No thought, what’s to come unknown,
A spark of life, a parasite with cords,
I ceased to be that embryonic core,
Born to this Earth, a womb yet bigger,
A world of senses, mind’s new light,
Neurons firing, 'I' getting charged
Each stage evolves—new faculties unfold.
From single cells to tales retold.
Here, too, I’ll fade, my atoms free,
Recycled through Earth’s chemistry.
To a greater womb? Will I know,
Perhaps the stars,whence It all began,
Energy derived from cosmic pool,
From Big Bang’s pulse to life’s last breath,
Forms transform, energy never dies.
Evolution Not just species, but life’s design,
Evolving through time’s endless line.
From unknown voids to known’s existence,
I am the universe, seeking its face.
Will you form with me at the centre.? Any colonials
Good and true..'Will you stand? To confront tyranny?
Here there is a place for you.! all you will need is courage..
And the will to see it through..Will you stand and form
The centre? as they think we still can't do.? Have you seen
Their ramparts cracking? as Hoody drops truth bombs true!
As Jhonny rose to the challenge.' As Riccardo stepped
Up too.' As the cabal is shocked and shaken still i'm
Calling out to you.' As we are waking in the millions! There
Is will and there is right, will you support your neighbour?
Will you; stand up and fight? Will the A D F stand with us.?
Its your people who were hurt, your own fathers mothers
Brothers, they treat your sisters just like dirt.' They built
The concentration camps, and coerced our Aboriginal people
Too.' caring not for any human life, but lied through; their teeth
Right.. through.!
It needs to be populated,
needs a landscape, skyscape
or seascape
some gymnastic escape
into a cloud-forming poem.
Mind meanders,
it picks up diamonds and garbage
from its endless highways.
Mental are the minders
of our inner fires.
Space to be filled
made to talk
from a universal nothingness.
Finger-painting moments.
Populations emerge
over a dim horizon
walk until almost seen,
then too often they turn
only to walk away.
I noticed, once I closed my deal
That no matter what I chose to feel
Everything is so purple and blue teal, ever since I cried out my fears craving to succeed
I've been swiping for hours but not a single face makes me desire
I go out and kick some street, saw some beautiful angels on a streak
Even though I left out my soul, like the heart that you threw on that narrow road
I've been on that vibe and ain't did nothing wrong here
My momma reached out to me and said look what God gave
Gave the years, the eyes and some golden wings
To cross the sky in a silver lining, riding on my thoughts when you were defining what my year was about in a summary
Not constantly but rather instantly became luxury, with some riches in my body and in my back
I'd rather buy me some new feelings, explore more at night, maybe some parks
But at the end, that Asian girl didn't have the spark
Maybe it was the blonde one that keep seeing from a far
I wanna know more
Of what you have in store
How long will I explore
How much will I implore
For you to open your door
You won’t comply
No matter how much I try
I can’t seem to see behind the eye
Waiting for the door to crack
And the knob to pull back
So I can fully see you
And why you do what you do
Saw Clouds After Finally Forming
What we saw were clouds finally forming,
And are certain soon it will start storming;
Always Knowing,
Wind blowing,
Then they burn away while up is warming.
Jim Horn
.025 sequense .025
gold ! gold ! gold !
FORMATION, CAUSED ALL TO BE GRATFULE AND APPRECATE THE FACT THAT PEOPLE
WITH THE SAME IDEAS AND GOALS CAN BE BOUGHT TOGETHER
TO FIND COMMONGROUND TO ACCOMPLISH THINGS.
sTORMING: (BEYOND THE RHETORIC) HASHING OUT DIFFERANCES, AND SURCUMBING TO THE BETTER PLAN
nORMING: BEING YOUR TRUESELF, BEYOND THE NEED TO BE SUPERIOR, BUT LIKED, OR EVEN LOVed.
PERFORMANCE>>>>>> doing the job you're expected to do, in a manner that is expected of you. Showing skill in your trained area of experties.
Adjouring...... cooling down, whinding down.
love and belonging (intimatcy)
one quoted, differances in opoions are expected, I don't want to be push aside for something/ or someone lesser, but greater! co-hesiveness comes from respect, it what people want, people always want the best !"
They listened
They listened to you cry
They listened to you scream
Fists bloodied from beating walls
Scars forming in your dreams
They never loved your heart
They never loved your being
Their tortured, corrupted souls
Offsetting what they’ve been
All of their hate
The memories of their screams
They never let it go
Until they could unseen
Your life is their excuse
For something to hurt
Exorcise their suppressed selfs
Your minds a toy to pervert
They listened to you cry
Never asked why so much hurt
They listened to you scream
Never realised what they’d been
Goodbye people of this blood
Goodbye now you can’t steer
The path open to me
Will never come back here
Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls.
Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.
The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through the bad times,
seeking equanimity.
Happy days are habit forming,
colouring our lives with fun,
they'll overcome our fears and sorrows
as we reach the setting sun,
and at the end we're lovers blending,
two hearts with a common goal,
we'll defy the hurts and heartaches,
nurturing will make us whole.
Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls.
Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.
The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through the bad times,
seeking equanimity.
Happy days are habit forming,
coloring our lives with fun,
they'll overcome our fears and sorrows
as we reach the setting sun,
and at the end we're lovers blending,
two hearts with a common goal,
we'll defy the hurts and heartaches,
nurturing will make us whole.
Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls.
Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.
The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through the bad times,
seeking equanimity.
Happy days are habit forming,
coloring our lives with fun,
they'll overcome our fears and sorrows
as we reach the setting sun,
and at the end we're lovers blending,
two hearts with a common goal,
we'll defy the hurts and heartaches,
nurturing will make us whole.
Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls.
Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.
The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through the bad times,
seeking equanimity.
Happy days are habit forming,
coloring our lives with fun,
they'll overcome our fears and sorrows
as we reach the setting sun,
and at the end we're lovers blending,
two hearts with a common goal,
we'll defy the hurts and heartaches,
nurturing will make us whole.
A life of drugs; he laughs, he shrugs
Found this world to be "non-addictive"
Hopelessly dependent; oh, can I end it?
Hurt so deeply, now I'm vindictive
Construct the thickest, strongest shell
Impenetrable fortress; unstoppable blockade
Barb-wire, a moat- ten million guards!
They come, they go; they glow, then fade...
Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls.
Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.
The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through the bad times,
seeking equanimity.
Happy days are habit forming,
colouring our lives with fun,
they'll overcome our fears and sorrows
as we reach the setting sun,
and at the end we're lovers blending,
two hearts with a common goal,
we'll defy the hurts and heartaches,
nurturing will make us whole.
You fashioned man
Out of clay matter
Called the birds
To flock your trees
The pines reach up
The creatures chatter
You spoke out light
It came to be
You made the mountains
Such a wonder
Beauty beyond
One'd hope to see
Thank You for making
That clay matter
And forming life
In forming me
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