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Who is so willing to porthole into the future that they just want to get sucked into the atmosphere and spit out the other end just to change the reality? Simplicity follows you around like a lost cat but we can never find it. I thought one day that there was a chance. It revolved around self responsibility to do all we wish would be done on this Earth, including the things we have to say, ways we are and in the futuristic reality we see.


I am dislexic, a life loving depressant. I am and am not. I do and don't love what you have to say. I may be unstable though the most coherent person around. I am without a doubt crazy which enables me to dream and succeed and that is what I love about life. I love that there are those who hate those that love life, cause it makes me appriciate it more. I also hate life. It can really suck, well most of the time. I'd still rahter hope in a higher reality then settle for sub par existence on a wishers realm. I love to be. Catch me on a good day and I might even change the rigid outlook that is cemented into society. We are pliable, strong and resilient. We just have to know it, not think it, not consider it, not know of it but be it while of course ceasing to exist. Get it?


Or it can just mean I'm a gemini.




Disguised are the whimpers of deception with tone
Tolerence of destruction is at it's peak
Ready to embody men with no home
Times kiss is sleek
No thing is responsible
Except the desire to replenish the impression
To create a conquering
called the diminishing of Earth
Leaders concede
With a personal will as real as skin
Powers freedom is tolerating the
lukewarm glory and not giving in




The power of beauty is trivial
Withheld by tampered direction
With a simple trick of the soul
Endeavors of truth are never whole
Disgusting loneliness is a temptation
We must find the laughter in our
perceptive journeys goal




One of the first poems I wrote a very long time ago...

Should I write of love, essence or of peace
Words of life, this world we see
Existence of men that reap as they sow
When the existence of men is all we know
Emotions feel like eyes see
In this dream of Gods it's easy to be deceived
Goodness, truth, ideas of love
live little life if it's only the words you think of
Objects inhibit the chance to understand
What inside your heart cause you can't put it in your hand
God is not a person, a place or a soul
He is the idea that all of us are of a whole
Complete with thoughts and vision
selfishness and lust
Not wanting truth when the test of truth is hard to trust
Yet we are children perfect by design
All, anything you feel in your heart, I feel in mine