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Cycles and circles and water and structuresWater, blood, veins, down to Earth it goes, all. Our heart forces the blood up. Blood... living water, because it's forced to live. Water... dead blood that creates life. Life, that keeps on going with creation of life. How come that life comes from nothing that's alive, from dead blood? Life goes back to water, to death. Cycle, I'm feeling that I'm beginning to understand a pattern.
Death, end, empty. It's a part of life.
For light to exist, there must be darkness. For life to exist, there must be death.
For something to fill, there must be emptyness.
We fear emptyness.
Emptyness is bad, evil. Fill it, fill the void.
It reminds us of dreamtime.
The time before existance of existance (wow that makes sense) when we were still not copying shapes and scapes, when we still were gods.
We forgot that time of freedom, we are slaves for ourself. We fear emptyness, because emptyness must be filled. We don't want to fill emptyness.
Emptyness is not indicating existance, it makes us blind. We mus
I thrive...I thrive while others around me
I thrive while others around me
The thought is pretty new
only now I've tasted that one sour tear,
in the vast sea of ideas.
My God, I realize
I can nothing do, I can just watch
how small pearls of blood collect in to one big puddle,
indicating the death of forbleeding of each and every person.
I don't know if it's a sour pest or a poisonous sickness,
but I know how things work
but God, I still can't help anyone.
That puts me in a bit of irritating agony
because I know and no one else does.
I thrive while others around me
The Morphing ApparatusSo I got this idea in to my head like a friggin bullet while sitting in at DA looking at a picture with a person with spider legs growing out if it's back.
This idea has been sitting around for two days now and I wanted to drag it over here so I can share it with you (before I find someone else doing the same thing D: )
So let's begin.
Dafq is the Morphing Apparatus?
Well, the Apparatus is a little ball filled iwth nano robots that's resting inside of a body (usually human) inside the ribcage or brain.
It gives the body amazing regenerative powers (you can basically re-grow your entire torso in around 20 seconds, as long as the brain is still alive and the ball connected to it, and if it's in the ribcage it's connected with the brain thru a thin, metal wire that connects to the cerebellum.
So, how do the Apparatus work? By growing all sorts of mecanical parts around and inside the body, and if it's a fully bulid robot the body will be completley destroyed (except the brain that's being
TheThe leader is a liar
The blue above is poisoned
The sky is falling down
The knowledge is false
The plague of betrayal is spreading
The change is not free
The papers become power
The free shall not flee
The knowing will fight
The lying will hide
The greens aren't from Earth
The reds aren't keeping us alive
The dead kill us
The poisons are our doom, assasins
The harmless disease is deadly
The fools lead us to our abyss
The living are asleep
The solutions are masked truth
The neighbours, our saviors are hidden
What happens next?
The FutureIt is a place where all our dreams come true.
It's also a time when all our nightmares come alive.
What on Earth will it take to thrive?What if human and animal lives were more important than money and pleasure for our taste buds?
Let there be lightIt's not a question about intelligence.
It's not a question about power.
It's not a question about feelings.
It's not a question about knowledge.
It's not a question about death.
It's not a question about life.
It's a question
So let there be light.
Let there be light.
Let there be light.
Let there be light.
Let there be...
For everyone in the world
for everyone in the universe
for everyone in our universe
for everyone in your universe
For us, for you, for them
For everything with a beating heart
and for everyone without one
let there be freedom.
Heart and veinsYou can hear the heart beats of the Earth in the ocean wawes, because the ocean is Earth's heart.
All the rivers in the world are her veins, and the forests are her lungs. The deserts are unfinished projects, soon to be done.
The mountains are Earth's laughlines, because she loves to exist. All the animals are her children, a part of her that's playing in freedom and taking care of the seas and the rivers.
All the caverns are Earth's secrets, most of them are yet to be explored.
The wind is Earth's breath, and the earthquakes is Earth's cry in agony.
Earth made herself a playground for us, a home and the only place to live.
She gave herself to us, she let us thrive together with our brothers and sisters, live free and healthy.
What do we do?
We kill and eat our brothers and sisters, we litter our mother's and our blood and we spoil her and our lungs, and then we claim this home to be only ours.
We are asleep, soon to wake up.
Will it be too late when we understand that we cannot
Over mountains, over seasOver seas, over mountains, over forests, over deserts
over rivers, over lakes, over jungles, over me
flies the crow and flaps the magpie, sails the seagull and floats the eagle
Where they see, where they sense, where they know, where they want
Over roads, over tribes, over villages in the night
Over highways, over cities, over bulidings in the day
flies the dove and flaps the sparrow, sails the hawk and floats the jackdaw
Where they see, where they need, where they have to and no where else
Over shacks, over poison, over craters and over factories
flies the fighter and flaps the drone, sails the copter and floats the stealth
Where they see, where they aim, where they need, where they kill
Over wasteland, over winter, over plague and nothing else
flies no one and flaps no one, sails no one and floats no one
There's nothing left to fly over.
There's nothing left to live on.
There's nothing left to See.
There's nothing left to love.
There's nothing left to love.
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
That Gay Boy Sitting Next To YouLook at the gay boy sitting next to you,
the one who you kick, physically torture and verbally abuse.
Look at his eyes that were once vibrant with life,
and keep in mind that you and your friend's were the one who stole his light.
You called him a sin and condemned him to hell,
every day he walked through the school doors, he was greeted with your intolerant yells.
With your injustice , you treated him as terribly as you pleased,
and when you were through with your torment, you treated him like some sort of disease.
Was religion your actual excuse to act like an ass,
or was there something that you refused to see past?
Because that gay boy who sits next you daily in class,
is the one who knows your present, future and past.
He knows where bullies come from, so don't hide fully behind Christianity.
Because when you go home, you yourself are showered with profanities.
The same fist you used to beat the blue eyed boy,
is the same fist that your father uses to wring around your neck
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
surgeryi promised not to scar
my skin. so i cut out my
brain and hurled it into
just like cancer, the worst of me is dead.
EdgeAt the edge of our senses
light from the sun and his sister
is dancing at the limit
of our vision.
down in the abyss,
in between the brain's wrinkles
our memories from passed time
is crying for attention.
We barerly hear them,
but they're still there, clear as sunlight.
There is the scent
of dead bodies
from our past lives
where we all have a part or two stuck in them
what corpses smells like.
of the edge
of he universe
is a part
of our dreams.
We just tend to forget them.
But we can't forget.
We just leave these pictures, these touches
in the abyss of our brain's wrinkles.
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