I am Spirit

I overstand
Means I see more than you see
I have reached my highest state
Wait for the gatekeeper to open the gate
Your time may come
Before your last breath is done
I have moved beyond this realm
I am a spirit floating through hell
Master and commander of my own destiny
Look in the mirror and admit it
You just can't see me
I am Ellison's invisible man
And while that may not have been the plan
I embrace my metamorphosis
Seven years of bad luck less the one where I am unseen leaves six
Change shall come
Revolution shall come
We shall all see Zion
Through the eyes of our great grandchildren
I no longer seek utopia in this world
It exists only when I close my eyes
And, for a moment, the voices are silent
I do not resent them
They keep me company
Often seeing what I don't see
Let it be and imagine all the people
Crawling over each other
When heaven runs out of space
Give thanks to the ancestors
And contact grace
I'm told that's what we do before we eat
I don't eat meat anymore
I'm told it's fashionable
And I will live longer
But what if I want to leave
And am terrified of suicide
Hahahahahahahahahaha

Isn't a butterfly just a caterpillar with a new suit?

my bones crack
under the weight
of my thoughts
my back twists unnaturally
crying silently

i feel like a butterfly
eternally trapped in its cocoon
with only the wind's singing for company
the voices in my head have taken extended leavec
multiple moments in silence
have started to scare me
i never realized
how much i need internal company
and now I'm alone

indefinable
inconsolable
caught in a self-fulfilling bubble
no matter how high we rise
i go lower and lower

i have decided that
in my next life
i shall be nothing

Alphanumeric

Poetically inclined
Mathematically defined
Word plus word equals truth

X is the unknown

Inquisitive minds diminish with growth
The teenage years are humorless
The adult years are colorless

Word times word divided by truth equals life

We are stuck on a leaking raft miles
From sanity's shore
Kicking at shark fins with our bare feet

Word minus word is a vacuum where thought floats freely
Its randomness is just that
Random

We infrequently dance in tandem
Most of the time we stumble in opposite directions in search of the same rhythm

The square root of word is infinity
A times word plus b times word equals x is the unknown consequence of truth
Childlike reflection of laughter

In the beginning of the word
And on our death beds
The last breath shall be in word

The Dark Side of Human Beings

We are born under the light of heaven, where evils cannot penetrate our innocent souls. However, as we walk the the Earth, we begin to pollute ourselves with sinful and vehement acts. We turn selfish; we develop greed and lust; we kill; we rape; we torture. We loss ourselves in the midst of acquiring power and money. It totally blinded our eyes and souls.
And we walk without visual assistance only to be guided by our own emotions; constantly unstable and vulnerable to evil temptations. Everyday, we seek more power and money. The next day, next week or next year, it goes the same.
Power.
Money.
We could never grow tired of looking for more, even if it requires sacrifices, we willingly offer them regardless of whatever the conditions would be.
It never suffice.
It never will.
The souls are tainted. The once white cloth, has turned into the ugliest color, that not even light can pierce through the small little fabric. It devours it completely leaving no trace of existence.
Black.
The color of damnation.
The color of death.
The color of despair.
Our souls are tainted but there could still be hope for humanity.
No man has ever escape the temptations of devil. ''

I closed my eyes tight shut and had this little conversation...

Is any body in there?

Yes, what are you looking for?

I am just looking for some light here...

Why do you want to spot light in the darkness?

And why did you come here, at the first place?

I don't know. I was just trying to see what's here...And I only see darkness.

Do you really see darkness?

Yes, I do! I think.

Then, simply enjoy this moment while you are living in the dark.

Am I living in the dark?

Of course yes! Don't you hear we are talking.

Yes indeed. But I have been elsewhere for about few years...

Oh yes. You still are there, but just that a little self-guided now.

Light often misguides, but darkness surely gives your gut and instinct a chance.

The Earth is perhaps the biggest Black-hole, where you can still see that you are completely lost.

Let there be dark. Now.

I could be...

                                         I could be a dragonfly
                                      Floating in the crystal air
                           Drying the last drops of the morning dew
                              Off my wings in the groggy sunshine

                                           I could be a leaf
                                    Free falling on to the river
                           Making small talk with the reeds before
             Mingling with the ocean waves and breaking on your shores

                                       I could be a poet that
                                      Writes in the darkness
                                        With eyes shut tight
                                  On the inside of his eyelids

                                                    Or,

                                     I could be the breath that
                                    You catch between words
                               The “comma” in your sentences
                                  An unnoticed “alpa viraam”...

                                                For you,
                                               I could be
                                               Anything.

true!!! huh>>?? am not sure.....

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of Armour, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love