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I have a great question!
Why is the world torn between evil and good?
There is so much symmetry it is hard but you should,
Take out a brain, look, it’s made out of two,
You get right or left but never a frontal cortex.

The world is made up of clues,
Sprinkled between an infinite number of two’s,
Of legs and breasts, pairing them up, just give it a rest,
Nothing is certain but the way computer process,
Getting a pair, running like mad,
Building the virtual world in a jar.

What can we expect?
A world that’s divided between us and them,
A child that’s born from the merge of two cells,
Happiness that fades to despair, only to be switched by the bell.

This reality has always two parts,
Has always a choice,
Embrace your duality and regain your voice.

 

Old Bones

Bones are crunchy,
In seconds they snap,
Free them and you will escape,
All the stiffness in you.
You will flow, like the muscle,
Not able to grasp on the walls, on the bones.
You lack structure,
Indeed, follow the path that is freer,
Old bones gather in ends.
Freedom does not rest in them.

 

Abnormally

I take you and like a stuffed animal, you squick,
Generically.

I hold you in my arms, you warm me,
Normally.

I look, you see me,
Blindly.

I talk, you smile,
Typically.

I laugh, you watch,
Commonly.

I think, you stop,
Abnormally.

 

The angel that never left

The angel that never left you, is you.
In knowledge you may drown,
In heavy books your nose runs deep,
And yet the angel smiles true.

Hours of sweat, years of wrinkles,
One thing is certain, the angel never left you.
In dungeons you sweep all the dust, to find gold.
At the end, you just got a full hand of beetles.

The angel always stays and watches,
He seems absent, but his grip is strong,
You just turn your back, every time he gorges,
Yet it is you he’s eating,  yearlong.

You  find it pleasant,
To let you atoms loose,
Just feel the yarn break free,
And pieces fall, at angels feet,
That angel, is just you.

No, No

Restore what others have broken,
Always on fire, while others smile of sadness,
You bring all back, with care and with patient,
Laughter from walls, and from thorns.
Noise and sparkles distort,
We all see it, we all turn from it,
In the end all will be in front.
The dirt will cover our faces,
We’re blinking dirt, for all time,
This time, before, we blink water,
Salt and fear, as our life shrinks, becomes less.
You smile, you scream, you exist and you dream.
No, no, don’t go to sleep.

Parts of me and parts of you

You see?
My finger points in vain…
See?
I tremble out of focus, luck.
I see.
My hand firm, shut.
And seen by others, I must stop.
You see?
I pull the canvas from within,
And paint with me.
I must, I’m full.
Will you paint, with you?
Parts of me and parts of you,
Painted, drawn and overdrawn,
Models, fingers, stillness.
All collapsed in meaning.

You are a pillar

You see people around you,
Millions of faces, billions of thoughts,
None yours.
Smiles up, like crutches to the wounded self,
Just limping in the void,
None is yours.
So many all around, but none there,
So many nod, so few will understand.
Can we just reach and touch,
And feel, and sense,
Like mirror shards that lost their place?
You tray and see,
Become what others fear to be,
Let you crutch fall, no need for it,
You are a pillar, and pillars hold where crutches fail.

Look at your wrists and cry

Look at your wrists and cry, you feel the chain
But you don’t see it, you feel the weight
That slowly hunches you and stop.
You hit the bottom of the void and sleep.
The dream envelopes you, and holds you tight,
No room, no molecules of freedom,
You bring yourself so close that you just melt,
In words, in worlds.
Don’t cry that you have lost yourself,
Your self was never yours.

Experiment delusion cry

read every word mind pause read next feel emotion experiment

delusion rebirth omen
heart throb whisper
gasping chills protection
wander steps approaching
darkness spread sound
cracks spaces separation
folding walls sand
water drip drip
footsteps silent
cry break water
voice speak gasp
follow reach endure
hold hands knees
dark wet small
fingers shake extend
water overflow black
fall sink regret
pulse eyes red
mouth silent moving
lips dry hungry
move slow pathetic
joint solid stone
life marginal silent
end imminent eternal