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Don – The Fabric of Existence
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Know, where your loyalty lays.
See not with the lens but with the gentle pressure some call from within,
For beyond doors of certainty lays an unforgiving reality, words and noise that run from claiming their truth, teeth that smile from pain and pain clothed with fabulous denial, looking but not seeing through the mirrors that push true back to you.
The same words that once let the world be, became triggers of a scopeless riffle, aiming with suppositions and pulled with the same absolution that are bound to turn into "What have I done?" once the mirrors polish themselves. But till that fortunate day, may the universe help you count the rounds cause I hope you don't find me one day to tell you the ones I've buried.
See not with the lens but with the gentle pressure some call from within,
For beyond doors of certainty lays an unforgiving reality, words and noise that run from claiming their truth, teeth that smile from pain and pain clothed with fabulous denial, looking but not seeing through the mirrors that push true back to you.
The same words that once let the world be, became triggers of a scopeless riffle, aiming with suppositions and pulled with the same absolution that are bound to turn into "What have I done?" once the mirrors polish themselves. But till that fortunate day, may the universe help you count the rounds cause I hope you don't find me one day to tell you the ones I've buried.
Who am I to write about pain when I’m the one rowing the boat onto land?
You would think one who was done walking on sharp pebbles and rocks would learn enough to stay in the sea or at least wear armor to protect the sole when one wants it all bare, but the sole can only bleed. Once a man hurts himself on land, who is he to think he can return to the sea? Salt that once flavored his life soon turns to a terror one cannot behold because the sole that once became numb from the bruises and cuts now morphs into a reminder of every last rock it ever stood on. Should I have stayed in the sea? asks a dried-up wanderer who had forgotten to tell apart his sole from his spirit.
Who is he to write about pain?
You would think one who was done walking on sharp pebbles and rocks would learn enough to stay in the sea or at least wear armor to protect the sole when one wants it all bare, but the sole can only bleed. Once a man hurts himself on land, who is he to think he can return to the sea? Salt that once flavored his life soon turns to a terror one cannot behold because the sole that once became numb from the bruises and cuts now morphs into a reminder of every last rock it ever stood on. Should I have stayed in the sea? asks a dried-up wanderer who had forgotten to tell apart his sole from his spirit.
Who is he to write about pain?
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A life you wouldn't begin to understand with that mind and heart.
They said Jesus taught in parables. Let me tell you why.
If I said I found Jesus along time ago and that he was the saviour of mankind, then come to conclude it was all a game of alegories, a play for a lonely heart, then soon after, lived a life of seeing with not the eye, waltzed with good and bad, saw words come flying off paper and realized why, when and how it came to have an understated importance within sentences and marks, and I once more claim I knew nothing even when I saw the face of God, you would still say, Thank God he found room for Jesus in his heart.
You worry I'm infront of you when I'm at your back cause I left a mirror infront of you one day and you can't help but to focus on the reflections you see behind your shoulders.
That's the problem you see. You think I am playing you when I'm playing the game life intended it to be and you see me smiling. You asked me to read so I brought my mirror and yet you're throwing unseen rocks to break it. You still think I'm the mirror.
So I got tired of having to buy new ones so I kept it in my room, cleaning it with papers worth more than mine.
They said Jesus taught in parables. Let me tell you why.
If I said I found Jesus along time ago and that he was the saviour of mankind, then come to conclude it was all a game of alegories, a play for a lonely heart, then soon after, lived a life of seeing with not the eye, waltzed with good and bad, saw words come flying off paper and realized why, when and how it came to have an understated importance within sentences and marks, and I once more claim I knew nothing even when I saw the face of God, you would still say, Thank God he found room for Jesus in his heart.
You worry I'm infront of you when I'm at your back cause I left a mirror infront of you one day and you can't help but to focus on the reflections you see behind your shoulders.
That's the problem you see. You think I am playing you when I'm playing the game life intended it to be and you see me smiling. You asked me to read so I brought my mirror and yet you're throwing unseen rocks to break it. You still think I'm the mirror.
So I got tired of having to buy new ones so I kept it in my room, cleaning it with papers worth more than mine.
I know, you sweet soul.
I see you in your battle. A battle to choose sides without the sides ever knowing they had been chosen over. Conflicted but unspoken, a proven self lingering in an enticed promise - to stay.
Stay, sweet soul. Stay cause you're seen. Your burdens are lifted. Live. Love, for one day the same ropes will set you free. 💚
I see you in your battle. A battle to choose sides without the sides ever knowing they had been chosen over. Conflicted but unspoken, a proven self lingering in an enticed promise - to stay.
Stay, sweet soul. Stay cause you're seen. Your burdens are lifted. Live. Love, for one day the same ropes will set you free. 💚
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warmth & speed
I would run again
if it meant getting closer
to a bonfire in the middle of a lifeless forest.
I would wait until my fingers
feel the blood coursing through them,
for my ears to once more feel alive
and hear the life hidden behind the cold.
Questions will arise
about who left the burning fire,
and it would matter soon enough
why I had to be human
and why I need the crackling to survive.
Yes, I would run again,
because numbness shivers out of the body,
just as it was promised at the first sight
of negative colors in a blue, foggy game of sticks and stones.
No, not the forest,
but who could resist rest?
Yes, I would run again, and again to it.
Oh, hi. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to disturb your sleep.
I'm... cold and afraid. What's your name?
Ellipses...
With sleep in her eyes,
And dread in her heart,
She saw him, unable to tell his feelings apart
She tried to see
Observe all that was laying underneath or in between
All his "flaws".... But that's not what she saw.
She saw a story, a journey she's so badly wanted to know
Because those eyes still had a glow.
As dim as people thought it was, to her they glistened like the northern lights
Changing and shifting, she was mesmerized
Not just by him, but what even he couldn't see
"What he couldn't see"
Seemed so arrogant to her
As if she could see more than he
Or more than anyone who really knew him, she felt at a disadvantage
The doubt she felt mocked her
Her thoughts tortured her
But with still sleep in her eyes
And a little less dread in her heart
She smiled... "ellipses" she whispered,
Welcoming a brand new start.
I would run again
if it meant getting closer
to a bonfire in the middle of a lifeless forest.
I would wait until my fingers
feel the blood coursing through them,
for my ears to once more feel alive
and hear the life hidden behind the cold.
Questions will arise
about who left the burning fire,
and it would matter soon enough
why I had to be human
and why I need the crackling to survive.
Yes, I would run again,
because numbness shivers out of the body,
just as it was promised at the first sight
of negative colors in a blue, foggy game of sticks and stones.
No, not the forest,
but who could resist rest?
Yes, I would run again, and again to it.
Oh, hi. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to disturb your sleep.
I'm... cold and afraid. What's your name?
Ellipses...
With sleep in her eyes,
And dread in her heart,
She saw him, unable to tell his feelings apart
She tried to see
Observe all that was laying underneath or in between
All his "flaws".... But that's not what she saw.
She saw a story, a journey she's so badly wanted to know
Because those eyes still had a glow.
As dim as people thought it was, to her they glistened like the northern lights
Changing and shifting, she was mesmerized
Not just by him, but what even he couldn't see
"What he couldn't see"
Seemed so arrogant to her
As if she could see more than he
Or more than anyone who really knew him, she felt at a disadvantage
The doubt she felt mocked her
Her thoughts tortured her
But with still sleep in her eyes
And a little less dread in her heart
She smiled... "ellipses" she whispered,
Welcoming a brand new start.
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You.
A beautiful song slowly turning into a daily necessity, an orchestra of gorgeous mess I need to tune into when I wake, a reminder of how good life can be, but with noise canceling pods.
I miss my songs.
See what you've done to my poetry? I used to be an ogre. Now I have to come to accept my inner prince when I have no desire to sit on a throne.
One only You. can sit on.
But for you, I pick myself up and proudly put on a throne the world keeps rolling under my foot, and even knocked down, I still get back up but now with a piece of reminder ON my mind.
I don't fear loosing you. I learned fear resides only where light doesn't enter, and a song lit my heart with waves and wanders that finally taught me enough to pick up a crown I took off a long time ago. Now I fear God. Cause I remember who I used to be with a crown I didn't deserve.
- totally about a girl
A beautiful song slowly turning into a daily necessity, an orchestra of gorgeous mess I need to tune into when I wake, a reminder of how good life can be, but with noise canceling pods.
I miss my songs.
See what you've done to my poetry? I used to be an ogre. Now I have to come to accept my inner prince when I have no desire to sit on a throne.
One only You. can sit on.
But for you, I pick myself up and proudly put on a throne the world keeps rolling under my foot, and even knocked down, I still get back up but now with a piece of reminder ON my mind.
I don't fear loosing you. I learned fear resides only where light doesn't enter, and a song lit my heart with waves and wanders that finally taught me enough to pick up a crown I took off a long time ago. Now I fear God. Cause I remember who I used to be with a crown I didn't deserve.
- totally about a girl
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The Quantum World
We are constantly shifting universes. So calmly, we barely notice our path. Black holes may be doors we open to worlds we conceive, Gates to our hells and heavens. Our eyes could only see so much, but our minds wanders far beyond what we perceive consciously. Bold? No, we just got so used to it, we named it too normal for us to accept it as what we are. Travelers. Space travelers. Literally. Articulate minds with worlds within, Overshadowed by what our eyes could see.
Encephalon.
Do you still believe breaking the barrier of light speed is the only way to break the confinements of time? We broke it. We broke it the moment we quantized it with numbers and signs. Time is only an illusion of the mind we use to make sense, Logical sense, of our existence, because we can't empirically prove we are capable of breaking it into nonsense - It's original state. We are a play. A choir of dancing lights and thoughts. After all, what is the nervous system if not the reflection of the sight above?
What was it that we named the capital government again? A Head?
We are constantly shifting universes. So calmly, we barely notice our path. Black holes may be doors we open to worlds we conceive, Gates to our hells and heavens. Our eyes could only see so much, but our minds wanders far beyond what we perceive consciously. Bold? No, we just got so used to it, we named it too normal for us to accept it as what we are. Travelers. Space travelers. Literally. Articulate minds with worlds within, Overshadowed by what our eyes could see.
Encephalon.
Do you still believe breaking the barrier of light speed is the only way to break the confinements of time? We broke it. We broke it the moment we quantized it with numbers and signs. Time is only an illusion of the mind we use to make sense, Logical sense, of our existence, because we can't empirically prove we are capable of breaking it into nonsense - It's original state. We are a play. A choir of dancing lights and thoughts. After all, what is the nervous system if not the reflection of the sight above?
What was it that we named the capital government again? A Head?
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Water Underwater
I can never say I never really understood why people feel the need to attack one another. Sometimes people’s silence doesn’t allow them to be still enough to notice their own deeds, enough chance to assume their side could possibly be very wrong. Desire.
Have you not heard of the story of The Quiet Pond? You never asked.
The ones who get closer to feel fire and not warmth, understand and stay away from fire. But the fire that was taken down by the wind, can find the slightest moisture and blame water for its demise. Now the world hates water because quenching a thirst and washing your very Dirty Clothes and Skin that you hate, was not the story that was told of Water. The fire always burning its self will always blame water for not being there to help it. So, fire decides to burn down the forest the little insignificant pond resides in happiness and YELL to the world, “HEY! Look how naked the pond is!” but whisper to the pond, “YOU WILL NEVER BE THE SEA because YOU NEVER TURNED YOURSELF INTO WOOD FOR ME TO CONSUME.”
“Fire will always be fire.” Says the quiet pond, still in peace but remorse for the forest burnt down around it for no absolute reason because what saddens the pond above all is the cries it heard when everything fell apart because fire whispered in their ears, “Water could have been raining if I had been under it long enough, but it chose to stay still and watch you all burn to ashes. No, don’t focus on what started the fire! LOOK what it did to me!” All turned faces to see if it was true, to see if water cared.
Funny thing about fire, it forgot to mention about tears underwater.
But earth provides. What was once burnt down, grew taller than ever before, tall enough to not fall for words of fire.
I can never say I never really understood why people feel the need to attack one another. Sometimes people’s silence doesn’t allow them to be still enough to notice their own deeds, enough chance to assume their side could possibly be very wrong. Desire.
Have you not heard of the story of The Quiet Pond? You never asked.
The ones who get closer to feel fire and not warmth, understand and stay away from fire. But the fire that was taken down by the wind, can find the slightest moisture and blame water for its demise. Now the world hates water because quenching a thirst and washing your very Dirty Clothes and Skin that you hate, was not the story that was told of Water. The fire always burning its self will always blame water for not being there to help it. So, fire decides to burn down the forest the little insignificant pond resides in happiness and YELL to the world, “HEY! Look how naked the pond is!” but whisper to the pond, “YOU WILL NEVER BE THE SEA because YOU NEVER TURNED YOURSELF INTO WOOD FOR ME TO CONSUME.”
“Fire will always be fire.” Says the quiet pond, still in peace but remorse for the forest burnt down around it for no absolute reason because what saddens the pond above all is the cries it heard when everything fell apart because fire whispered in their ears, “Water could have been raining if I had been under it long enough, but it chose to stay still and watch you all burn to ashes. No, don’t focus on what started the fire! LOOK what it did to me!” All turned faces to see if it was true, to see if water cared.
Funny thing about fire, it forgot to mention about tears underwater.
But earth provides. What was once burnt down, grew taller than ever before, tall enough to not fall for words of fire.
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