Mysterious beginning;
Did you have a start?
What parts of you,
through and threw,
are conglomerate at heart?
Why is my Relationship
Defined as it may be?
Do I have some Leadership?
Am I slacking at some Duty?
If Fault finds you not,
And blame is my game,
Is evil my Nature;
(am I a Crock?)
And as Time is told
What might you be?
When it is out what stops?
Is there truth in tale of
Forewarning hailed or
Should it be taken seriously,
Or is it as reliable as that
Which is pliable for
a wooden balcony?
Meditate
The grasping vacuum of space surrounding the place where there is not air to carry sound.
Here and now.
With
Each
Beat
Of the
Sudden cacophony your heart beat has
Become.
The low bellowed hum of the combustion that makes the sun.
Told mostly in sunburns and freckles on the cheeks of loved ones where you come from. Not in this sonorous instinct, abnormal and distinct.
This combination is overlooked sounds waves piercing the numb of your ear drums and
That pace is what sets your breath as it heaves;
your rhythm of your lung drum,
Beat beats.
Move on,
Mindset
Still and unchanging as the surface of a placid puddle
Plasticine reflections of our world in your
Center eyes pupil
Slightly rippled and the focused
View in your minds eye receives it.
Sinking to these depths
Breath in and out in circles
And release it.
An expanse
Of limitless substance;
less than nothing
without dividing it,
In which Existed only
two things for Describing
The Void and Naught.
Of the two
Naught was simple,
Naught
simply was.
The Void
on the other hand
simply wasn't.
As time tells it
Naught had thought to be;
And right then
Time did begin
Naught
Went out
into infinity.
Into nothing
with no intention
but to see.
In the way It was then
The obsidian black sea
of the Void
was empty.
A deeper dark hollow
more like a vacancy
Of such a vast deficiency;
It cannot be fathomed.
Initially,
Guided by the thought to be
with that growing want
Naught sought to see
An event that sparked
Respectively
the humble start
to all reality.
The earliest early voyage.
It was a journey
that begun
before direction was ever spun.
Before borders
and boundaries were laid
No land or realm
before that day
That a full loop was walked,
that Naught had made.
The clock started and
History states that
After
what seemed like an eternity
of directionless progression,
Naught came to complete
One full rotation;
To where
the trip had started.
.it must be noted that Some
when they repeat this tale
Reportedly called this moment
clandestine
Fate
Manifesting.
Whatever the case
It was important.
it was fortuitous
It was a fortune flowing from
the pulchritudinous well spring of happenings,
It was a miracle
Something new on the scene
that had not been real before.
At the loops threshold,
Upon existences door;
Lay something new to behold
Something Naught adored
that odd glistening something
A pure Luminescent glow.
This was to be
The first ever instance
of light!
Within light
It's discovery!
Which is why
We shed light on
The traveler Naught
Found raw intrige
at the effect he'd caused.
He was to weave
The threads of creation
left in naughts wake
ore the places
Naught traversed
Without knowing it,
Where he paced
Was the first signs of earth.
So from that beginning
Naught observed Some kind of path.
An expanse of limitless substance
less than nothing till divided at last.
In which Existed now three things for
Describing
The Void and Naught.
And the new element
Light!
Naught simply was intrigued
Naught thought to go the whole way
down the path that weaved
behind as naught had walked.
The voids expanses
clearly made clear with
this contrast
so naught brightly thought
Ill call the light "day".
And void is different now
Voids not light of day so
Naught chaged void to night.
Now we have night and day.
Naughts second rotation
Complete there was more
Still to see.
More wrought in the trail lay
At naughts feet.
This Rudementary maze of the
Paths repeat while
observing light.
The new day
Without knowing it,
And the new night.
Some kind of path
In his steps lead to
Further
Curiosity fueled experience
Trodden earth to act as the hearth
that our world is built up from.
Sparked alive life's endless play.
Naghts cyclical circling to
Follow curiositys carrot dangling
From the threads of creation
Naught Twas the opening act
and as Naught was taken aback
Ana around
From darkness form had sprang.
And ever-increasing
naughts loops looped around
Needing to see
And to this go round
Naught is why you and why we
Live life at all
Are incarnate
Why what is can be.
Naught and us,
and we
cycle together
Infinitely.
Or until the day
Naught is not naught
Should naught go to sleep.
An expanse
Of limitless substance;
less than nothing
without::dividing it,
In which Existed only
two things for Describing
The Void and Naught.
Of the two
Naught was simple,
Naught
simply was.
The Void
on the other hand
simply wasn't.
As time tells it
Naught had thought to be;
And right then
Time did begin
Naught
Went out
into infinity.
Into nothing
with no intention
but to see.
In the way It was then
The obsidian black sea
of the Void
was empty.
A deeper dark hollow
more like a vacancy
Of such a vast deficiency;
It cannot be fathomed.
Initially,
Guided by the thought to be
with that growing want
Naught sought to see
An event that sparked
Respectively
the humble start
to all reality.
The earliest early voyage.
It was a journey
that begun
before direction was ever spun.
Before borders
and boundaries were laid
No land or realm
before that day
That a full loop was walked,
that Naught had made.
The clock started and
I'llHistory states that
After
what seemed like an eternity
of directionless progression,
Naught came to complete
One full rotation;
To where
the trip had started.
.it must be noted that Some
when they repeat this tale
Reportedly called this moment
clandestine
Fate
Manifesting.
Whatever the case
It was important.
it was fortuitous
It was a fortune flowing from
the pulchritudinous well spring of happenings,
It was a miracle
Something new on the scene
that had not been real before.
At the loops threshold,
Upon existences door;
Lay something new to behold
Something Naught adored
that odd glistening something
A pure Luminescent glow.
This was to be
The first ever instance
of light!
Within light
It's discovery!
Which is why
We shed light on
The traveler Naught
Found raw intrige
at the effect he'd caused.
He was to weave
The threads of creation
left in naughts wake
ore the places
Naught traversed
Without knowing it,
Where he paced
Was the first signs of earth.
So from that beginning
Naught observed Some kind of path.
An expanse of limitless substance
less than nothing till divided at last.
In which Existed now three things for
Describing
The Void and Naught.
And the new element
Light!
Naught simply was intrigued
Naught thought to go the whole way
down the path that weaved
behind as naught had walked.
The voids expanses
clearly made clear with
this contrast
so naught brightly thought
Ill call the light "day".
And void is different now
Voids not light of day so
Naught chaged void to night.
Now we have night and day.
Naughts second rotation
Complete there was more
Still to see.
More wrought in the trail lay
At naughts feet.
This Rudementary maze of the
Paths repeat while
observing light.
The new day
Without knowing it,
And the new night.
Some kind of path
In his steps lead to
Further
Curiosity fueled experience
Trodden earth to act as the hearth
that our world is built up from.
Sparked alive life's endless play.
Naghts cyclical circling to
Follow curiositys carrot dangling
From the threads of creation
Naught Twas the opening act
and as Naught was taken aback
Ana around
From darkness form had sprang.
And ever-increasing
naughts loops looped around
Needing to see
And to this go round
Naught is why you and why we
Live life at all
Are incarnate
Why what is can be.
Naught and us,
and we
cycle together
Infinitely.
Or until the day
Naught is not naught
Should naught go to sleep.
So you know the song “I Could Have Danced All Night”
Well what if it were rewritten about trappin'? For those of you not hooked on Ebonics trapping is dealing drugs. Here is that:
Bag bag I couldn't go to bed
My pipe too alight to try and put it down
Sleep sleep I couldn't sleep tonight
Not with all who need shit around my town.
I could have trapped all night!
I could have trapped all night!
And still have bagged some more!
I could have sold some beans
And dosed a thousand sheets
With C20H25N3O id pour!
Cops need not know from them I'll go in hiding
High all at once my car took flight
I only know that when po po took a glance at me
I couldn't trap trap trap all night!
It's after 3 now
Homie is tweaked out
He ought to be in bed
But he wants to Trap TrapTrap ALL NIGHT!¡!
Turbulence a resounding dissonance resonant and pounding on my heartstrings. Threatening to destroy me.
In an instance I became who I don't want to be.
I don't want anything not given to me.
I don't want to manipulate or pressure, I just want a feeling that is not there in you, and as I see this it wrecks me.
Too true this empty feeling washing over me,
The ideology of loneliness being taught to me.
And I learn.
I'll learn and I've learned before, but life keeps insisting on teaching me this lesson and not keeping score cause the game would be over if it were to be tallied.
So the pain in this absence,
This sharp dissonant punch
It awakens me.
This is my reality.
A whole moment of pause for the question bringing cause to my heart to brake and my knees to flee. While on my face is no mistaking the cold grimace at my ennuí.
My soul is shaken and stomach weak but my head is hardened by that Luke warm stiff drink..
And I turn the key.
Resenting the plenty of time given to me.
Hating wanting anything for mine so to prove I don't need it I'll leave and I wouldn't be the least bit upset if this were to be my last..