Conscious
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When incorrect feelings cloud my thinking and it feels into darkness im sinking i just see a world where....where Cain had never did it, he tried to lift the rock but in his soul he felt convicted
My ancestry's energy gives me no sympathy for your white supremacy.
So please exempt me from having empathy when at war with your privilege tyranny.
1492.
The year America stopped being great,
and turned into a country full of abusement,
a center of hate.
The city roads are full of potholes.
The railroads creek and squeak with the passing of heavy machinery.
I sit in the garage at my borther's home.
I am a homeless college graduate--in debt.
A slave to one's own mind.
Time and time again, I sit there in a continuum of fluster.
The strength I could not muster.
For I am alone.
Here to pick up the pieces to the puzzle on my own.
I am so over things being aesthetically pleasing.
I am so over someone choosing one thing over another because they think it is more beautiful.
We are all culprits.
But since when is symmetry all that we care about?
It is my conscious will
My want to always till
A world that never stays still.
It is my conscious awareness
My life I impress
On a world ravaged with tests.
It is my conscious emotion
Lost in common misconceptions
and perceptions
From society's closed eyes
Searching for direction
In the darkness of deception
Deciphering the lies
With my mind's eye
After every storm ends lo and
Behold the sunshine!
Clouds part
Disappearing into sunlight.
Earth shows you her skin-warming smile again,
Forgiving humans their transgressions.
What would you change?
You might shout out your own incompleteness
You might notice that in the body
Body of Christ there are many members
How about
how many languages do you speak?
Beauty Seeks its passion in every way,shape,and form.
like a soft wind that blow,like every flower that blooms,like every inch of grass that grow, beauty seeks a rose.
Like a kiss on the cheek,beauty seeks a rose.
Is it all there?Some think there isSome think there isn'tTruth is, nobody knowsIt's so simpleBut so complexHe loves sports,She loves music,They love science,
Forbidden crystals
And possibilities within
Soaring through the questions
Revealing secrets to wanderers
Unknown colors and shapes
Where paradise awaits
Adventures unfolding
A talk with my conscious
He like me
I like him
Ahhh, no I don't
He's always on me.
Giving me hugs
What's wrong with that?
I don't like him
Or I'm not sure
The only place where its not normal to be normal. humanity, humans, homo sapiens; we are so amazingly peculiar, different, the same. We are truly Simplicity at its finest; Long dense answers to a question that has never been asked. I exist?
I feel like I’m one dimensional
I feel like I’m the only one who sees how I see
I feel like the harder I try to be exceptional
The more flaws are pointed out to me
I’m scared of what’s ahead
I want to meet Miss Right
A woman who balances my stubborn ways
A woman that overcomes my adversities with me
A woman who keeps my peace and sanity
A woman who is conscious and aware of unhealthy paradigms
Before my waking life, I was colors
I was the flowing frequency unheard
Undetected
Existing bodiless, yet connected still
To everything that ever was
A blinding flash of energy
