Deep Poems

To be free is inside thee Its never been anywhere else. It's the choices that you make Which Will make the world you live in. Imaginations pen is unlimitless !

I believe it's fine It's okay I can grow another day I believe I can stand Without shaking I will not fail when making Something new Something I knew I can do But I'm still scared. AH.

against the rising tide of reality the last desperate vestiges of a shambolic digital lunatic asylum flails to control the cultural narrative megaphone mouths yell word salad slogans as if an audience still listens “how dare you!” shouted to those who dare to reason to hold pins next to the inflated egos righteous arrogance willful ignorance daily random choice of moral offence destructive ideologues the Wheel has turned the flowers of discontent bloom winds have changed direction

the gods are dead we replaced them divorced ourself from ourselves to become them a legion of narcissus reality collapsing upon the singularity of solipsism’s seduction birthing meaninglessness at the edge of the event horizon there is no transcendent Us there is only loneliness longing; paranoia a longing to be understood without seeking to understand a desire to connect be connected without shared purpose to seek to break the surface

There is no such thing as ugly People perceive beauty same as they perceive color They see what they lack, they see what they please, they see what helps them feel good or bad? ugly or pretty? gold or silver? doesn't matter its on them and what they seem to value The colorblind sees no color, the blind sees no beauty Some are blind to what they could see, In people with no malice nor evil, only good intentions Truly forgetting how their reflection Stares at them, sometimes vain, sometimes shrinking They use critical eyes to analyze innocent souls Ugliness is a word that is just a weapon Sometimes used to break the boundaries laid

Led rooftops from Montmatre You look down at them The sun reflected right back at you A glimpse of heaven God's design Making the city glitter But you don't believe in him The historically portrayed white man The stem The root Of your cynic patriarchal spite He only gave you an eye for The famous white authors And the missing woman legacy The lack-lustre masculine flair Of our HIStory He gave you faith And you put it in Bikini Kill

I bleached my hair. but no it wasn't about the bleach. there was a sting. but no it wasn't about the sting.

its over and I know it. its over and I know it because, when I look at her she looks away. its over and I know it because she graduates today. its over and I know it because I felt our invisible string pull away. its over now and I know it.

the falcon circles a murmuration of minds electrons flowing in wires wings of digital content shapes the binary flight information flow phasma ex machina algorithmic synchronicity frequency resonance sympathetic harmony noosphere Tibetan bowls neutrinos in reverse overlapping universe dispels the Omega Point E 8 Ouroboros

that single note hung there a door held open to the Otherworld of explosive stillness opening full my senses of that rushing edge of the moving horizon a drop of blindness over the falls to vision my form losing itself through the mist i am no longer earth bound i am no longer falling i am flying on this vibration beacon of sound a whisper of life i am deaf no more