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Jon Sawyer Dec 2017
We live amongst the nature around us,
the supposed serene root of our own nature
from which we feel so distantly arisen from.
We are and are no longer belonging to this one world.

What are we for and
why are we here?
Forever questions asked
by eternal minds.

The progression of a mind towards an awareness
of itself that surpasses its body reaps the
products of contemplation for the sacrifice
of the health of the mind and body.

Risk is overshadowed by the intense
illumination of a conscious dream.
A daring beyond animalistic reaction
to manifest imagination outside of reality.

An organism of the Earth graduated to creator.
Not just moving mountains, but planets.
Why do our bodies yearn for us to beg our spirit and soul to brighten our eyes when our minds are as capable as space itself?

Insufferable and deceitful promises of purpose and the avoidance death
fills the painfully visible hole in the heart of an aware animal to domestication.
Did nature intend to make an animal that
unyieldingly yearns for an alternative consciousness?

As the dominos have and continue to fall
we experience our position in time,
and will yield our use of our domino’s energy
when the momentum of each millennium continues ahead without us.

How does a species that knows of itself rationalize itself?
Take awareness as a token of magnificence or as a side effect of entropy.
Only that which can see past its nose can be the authority on whether their
screeching pains of unsilenceable thoughtfulness is an advantage or an oversight.
by my wife, Adyson Wright
1 Dec 2017
A H Butler Nov 2017
I loathe to appear boring
but I am.

Mesmerising reflections
Sordid depths pried
for a sliver of truth.
Geometric shells
Fenestrative awakening
enrapt you non-somnambulant.

Suddenly
I find attraction no longer active.
It must be an affirmation
I’m unsure of what
Perhaps never to know.
© A H Butler
Shane Fera Oct 2017
the pavement cracked
like memory
from a thousand footfalls
of common traversal
changed forever by
our quiet regular use
Corvus the Crow Aug 2017
What has your son become?
What is a man but another hole,
Wanting and needing the world,
Does your son want for anything?

Monsters crawl and hide in shadow,
Is your son a creature of the night?
Does his heart bleed for the wanting?
Does nothing fill his nothing and bring him..

Nothing...

Did they take everything?
Did they take everything from me?
Mysidian Bard Jul 2017
My chances became
equal to your frigid heart:
absolute zero.
CeilingStar Apr 2017
sat in your lap
jealousy builds
like pressure
once a fissure

it now inches
its way across
my soiled soul
lather it on my body
like blood -
thick and treacly
dark, sticky
ever so sickly

tell me your lies
tell me your truths
trace them into my flesh
mark me

cast the runes
now they have spoken
clatter on the rocks
like my pride has
broken

my rage glowing
all I can see
forever growing

I embody entropy
A rule of disorder

hatred rises
through the flames
let it burn me
to ashes
like your touch
sizzles my skins frame

it's a crime scene
of blood swirling like ink
pills scattered
around me
like a ritual
I wonder what
my mother would think

you're a dream thief
knife in my
heavy heart
you've stripped me bare
and I stand
as you depart
with nothing but
at your mercy

I'm you're experiment V
the looking glass shows me
what's left
a withered mess
existing
for you to thrive
tired pile of crumbly bones and
shrivelling rotting insides
tossed aside

burn me to
oblivion

I want the skin
to stop sticking to my bones
melt it off
let the blood pool onto stone
let the fat droop and distend
mocking me, me mocking
never ever stopping
wretch and stretch
till I break
rip my organs out
serenade my limp body
with the liquid lava that drips
as you extract
my black heart
take a sip of my sublimity

I am all you will never be
because I don't think I ever was
do what you will to my material
never to extinguish my fire
that does
never
cease
limitlessly
increase
the
entropy

KG
nmo Apr 2017
We are not just order in the disorder;
We are order fighting
for not being
disorder.

Order breathing.
order eating order.
order fighting
ord er cryi n g
o rde r la ugh in g
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