Universal
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“Nothing is me” Mundane says
Universal nature chants “my life acquiescence" in blooming rays.
Her love serves
Down her heart’s nerves are nerves
In sweet redemption and reflection
Heaven makes their re-election
Oh, sweet help.
this Sewn Alchemy...
seven gods in liquid hiding, this in sureness on in spending this sure hour,
The chisel never stops picking away at you
From the clay you came, and then existence grabbed you
And from then on you were condemned for your nature
A laborious craft
Where you spin
Words of silk
And satin
Stories of fire
And raging war
Legends of dragons
And battles of lore
Myths of demons
And ancient enemies
Shy, cry, bye and why
Look me in my eyes, and you still lie
Tears swelling, questioning how I will get by
Water weight dropping, I've ran myself dry
I'm a wreck, be honest, how do I look?
soft notes of soulful awakening float through
the apartment, slow steady, to accompany the morning brew
major, augmented, into a crescendo
in a london flat
a steady beat thrum rhytmatically
I do not understand why I am this way
cursed with utter silence of my heart.
As death do part my frivolous woes
I free thine spirit from wretched guilt
and break free the bonds that kept me sane.
Like the stars effortlessly twinkle against the roaring engines of travelling planes through the night
My flaws are what make me flawless. My flaws are what make me human. They make me a part of a society in which nobody is perfect, and that makes us all flawless.
It was a drowsy battle that yearned for sleep.
The light and the darkness.
And I found myself in it.
Instigating and terminating its intentions of cruelty.
But what if I mistaked its cruelty for consideration?
Hope.
It runs deep.
Deeper than any mineshaft,
Tunnel or crevice within the world.
Versatile, yet universal to all.
It doesn’t hesitate, procrastinate
Or assimilate.
Hope is…
Education is my love, to embark on a journey of truth revealed
Understanding the facts and using those facts in life to change the world
Still darkness engulfs me
Like a sea of liquid ink
When a hand palms my chest
Bashing like a bomb
Bashing like a bomb
Rhythmically
Just as I take the offensive
I see the mistaken oppressor
I’ve always wanted to speak out,
Except I never really knew how,
But with the power of poetry and #YOWO,
Maybe my time is now.
I want to clear some things up,
Regarding my religion.
I can see, but I am blind.
I can hear, though I am deaf.
I can speak, yet I am mute.
I find myself wandering, like a spirit,
Walking the same path over.
I cannot tell if a dream has taken me
We are imperceptibly bound
by the common chords of our humanity;
colored threads weaving
a rich tapestry of shared experience.
Our similitude outshines our differences;
