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First Origin Realisation Cosmological Existence
The Dark was so lonely
Yet in the depths of its despair
Its energy became stronger
The Dark became darker, deeper
Growing with such haste
Until it reached its pinnacle point
Then a sudden lull
Calming, comforting itself
Realising the power it felt
In the lull a new energy
Ignited by the contrast of
Evolutionary movements
Forcing something from nothing
In order for Dark to feel purpose
To connect and feel alive
This new energy lit a fire
Deep within Darks soul
An eternal bond ensued
A consummation of Light and Dark
Their connection inspiring creation
A design for Life and Death
A guy has been fired though he did nothing wrong,
Thrown away to the side,
Dismissed for a story made up by a girl,
Who later confessed that she lied,
You see, she’d heard someone say, of this popular guy,
That he had liaised once before,
Not realising this comment was said as a joke,
A joke that he chose to ignore,
And then, with speed, she cat-fished his page,
She lured him into her web,
Then announced to the world this happened for real,
These things which were up in her head,
And this man who’d worked honest for twenty straight years,
Was beaten with a shameful abuse,
Humiliated with his art and the verse that he wrote,
Violated by the Department for youth.
The cravings festers, it so feels like yesterday, its a day without seeing the peace assuring facial, mounting to two in my wholesome, wonder where you are when I miss you this much, like a smoker the cravings ravishes my patience, with everything around me triggering my every crave, can't keep up, my patience collapses
so much in my mind at work, imagining, wish to insert my hand and touch what my mind put to memory, sad i can't, feel crippled by the impossibility. The fresh breath of your aroma, like morning breeze, rattling of leaves dzamn your royal highness why though?,
hear the waves of your voice making currents in my distanced imagination, the yearning shuts my attention booths one after the other, please rush to my presence before everything turns pitch black and numb, its you my current situation remedy, and nobody else, for I'm nobody else's but yours
something in me its out of form, though i fail to tell what it could be, please come fix my amorphousness in sanity, with part of me in sinking, sinking to your absence, what nature can be against us now of all the time, where could you be? my heart ask
its all void in my steadiness, wanna touch you, wanna feel your fingers melting down my spinal, wanna hold your breath in my lungs as you lay on my chest feeding life to my whole body through your eyes, but you are nowhere near,
realising your absence, takes away my here and now, feel crippling forces of being incomplete taking over my pulse, I'm leaning on stuttering beats, please save me from you, for this overwhelms my whole,
I'm caught in this dungeon of longing, longing for my heart belonging, Your royal highness command my mind to harmony, I just wanna be by your range, its all arid and without here, without you, I'm without, without you
#Poetic_Ink
I met a transient man the other day
He looked discerningly average with a hint of surreal,
He was real,
As much as real can be,
He was ripples of time in the form of a man,
Not travelling time but aware of time travelled,
Life seemed no longer secluded,
My memories unravelled,
He’s seen what’s coming and he’s seen what’s past,
He told me the human race would last,
He spoke of us from an objective perspective,
If I didn’t know better I’d say even protective,
I pondered gently as to where he has been,
Where he comes from and what he has seen,
I thought my encounter was all about him,
Slowly I’m realising I’m rebuilding kin,
We’ve met up before in this long scattered plan,
I think that's because I’m a transient man.
wM
haunt me as i haunted your life,
who was it that failed,
did you fail as a father,
or did i fail as a son.
the tears i shed on that morning in January,
do they compare to the tears you drank.
leaving nothing behind only your blood.
is it to late for me to apologise?
consuming your death to fill the gaps in your broken life.
only realising what i lost,
or did i ever have it?
who is to blame for there mistakes.
at least you can say you tried,
what do i have to show.
at night i try to make another chance in my sleep,
i rest in a alternative reality.
my mind try’s to make it that your not really gone there is still a chance.
trying to come to terms that it could of been me that failed.
i can blame you but i am no better so why not blame me,
i guess you felt the same.
so is it your ghost that haunts me at night,
or is it my own guilt showing.
October 9 is the 283rd day this year
In history many died and she'd tears
1594 Portuguese empire defeated in Sri Lanka
Bringing an end to the campaign of danture
1604 kepplers supernova found in the milky way
Who says you need modern science today
The swedes defeated in 1708
Battle of lesnaya won by Peter the Great
At least 1000 ethnic Chinese natives killed in Batvia
1740 Dutch colonist started this massacre
1806 prussia starts war with France
Throughout the years you can see wars at a glance
In 1834 the first public railway opened in Ireland
1847 slavery abolished in Swedish colony
No more children orphaned
The people having more life quality
1900 the cook islands became a uk territory
1911 the Wuchang uprising against the Quing Dynasty
1914 The siege of of antwerp comes to an end
1918 Prince frederick Charles offered throne of Finland
The next few years see many massacres and assanations
It's as though the world was under fascination
In reality it brought loss, death and hatred
No-one realising that being alive is sacred
1980 Pope John Paul the second meets the dalai lama
Hopefully the world will become calmer
1981 capital punishment abolished in France
Finally someone taking a positive stance
But alas wars are still declared and lives lost
Decisions made by people who try to boss
The world being destroyed by the human race
Remember we are visitors and can open the case
We need to protect this planet where we reside
Think about futer generations don't hide
Stand up and be counted
Keep this planets peace firmly mounted
Cold Openings
Walking across the universe
I have found many middles
Where the paths became obscure
Reopening doors long tightened
Fear stares through each window
The pen hovered over the words
Where that hostile darkness waited
The steps towards these reflections
Became brighter upon revision
Every thought, every question
And all the answers that transpired-
The chronicle of these, and other things…
~~
From the Centre of My Universe
Unsure of the path that led here
As if on a sleepwalk, semi-conscious
That this was happening to me
Fear lived at the end of a road
On the edge of a cliff, far away
At the checkpoint of another country
How did I know to wake up
With the sun obscured every day
And make the decision to step away?
Calmed by a choice having been made
Momentarily unafraid of death
My distress dissipates in motion
As the future unfurls in a pattern
That shines a beacon
Beyond the dark woods of the past
And for all the miseries they hold
I find myself taking another look back
Realising no one gets out of here alive
~~
Discovery
After years of idleness and slumber
I gathered the proverbial reins
Making incursions out of the woods
First, discovering a clearing to settle in
Where a leopard gave me comfort
Wrapped in her beautiful furry skin
Warned of further dangers along this path
Curiosity won out, setting in motion
Events that returned me to the dark
Undeterred, I found another way
Led by a lioness with a magnificent mane
My hunger insatiable for her wisdom
That bright burn faded again
Falling yet further down the mountain
All undone, by my own hand
Determined to shine a light to see
Various she-wolves presented their paws
As skinny and wretched as myself
Discovering the terrain, mapping my mind
I was able to find sunshine under the clouds
Pick myself up and start all over again
Amongst the bustling of everyone’s business?
I found her bared teeth, shining alone
in a sea of beauties from far away
Her first words shattered my misery
She became my guide to the peak’s delight
To learn our origin and find our joy
Shirley girl it’s been a thrill
Let me introduce you to Bill
He has a dog called Jet
He’s a solid bet
You’re dumping me after an hour
One hour
Sixty minutes of bliss
How you reminisced
Your ex Ted
Shot himself in the head
Mother Jill
Lying at the bottom of the hill
Father John
Somewhere in the Amazon
Grandad Cain
Threw himself under a train
Granny Flo
Where did she go
Not forgetting brother Fred
Lost, presumed dead
Then you mention your lesbian lover Di
Who right away I’m thinking
How did she die
Not realising, you must be Bi
Then just as I’m getting my head round that
You mention the cat
Is there a dog
What about the fog
Oh, that’s what caused the bus to disappear into the bog
You saved the lollipop man Jack
Well, that’s a blessing
What
Died next day, heart attack
Shirley girl
Don’t think of me as a bit of a moaner
But Jesus girl
You're a bloody Jonah.
She sat tight in the corner with her head on her knees,
As she quietly begged, let me kill myself please.
With a knife tightly gripped in her left hand,
Life as she thought was not going as she planned.
Depression was her lover an enticing lonely friend,
She had everything she wanted but it beckoned her to her end.
But the words “don’t do it” was expressed in a soft tiny voice,
She heard it many a time before in her head giving her a choice.
But this time the voice kept on talking more than before,
She mimicked the words while sitting on the cold kitchen floor.
Her eyes darted from side to side as if reading it from an invisible book,
And without realising it, the pain she felt subsided as she shook.
The voice was definitely hers, but what it said healed her pain,
The depression that she experienced was no longer driving her insane.
The voice said “Child why do you contemplate killing yourself?”
“The next time you feel this way just call my name and I will help”
“What’s your name?” she screamed out, but the voice had gone,
It was six months later depression serenaded the death ritual song.
Depression was out to kill her, she sat and cried like a child
“Jesus help me please!” then remembered and began to laugh and smile
There’s nothing about leaving children when parents drift apart.
Nothing about loosing children that walked into your heart.
Biologically not mine but I treat you as my own.
With seven of you together, I was never ever alone.
But for years I stood on the side line and let time pass us by.
Not realising the man you turned into and now im asking why.
Life took us in a different direction and we went our separate ways.
Yet through your little brother I’d hear your laugh, and your naughty little ways.
I’d still hear about all the things you did and I’d check in once or twice.
But nothing could prepare me for the news of your demise.
With heavy hearts and memories vast
That little boy you’ll stay
The one that walked into my home and heart
The one that got away