If only we could see the same beauty in Earth
That we see in the frosty-eyed sky…
There is no guarantee of forever being,
Yet maybe we can branch towards the eternal together.
I wager that even if we cease to be as a force of life,
We can curate a place worthy of future populations.
I don’t standby naive insensitivity.
Surely, I have made this mistake before.
But, I am moving on.
I hope we all do…
Cultures of conscientious sentience
Coalescing whilst magnifying amalgams
Into forever rippling puddles of sanctity.
Woe… More like Woah?!?
Oh, how we all hide in our electric shells.
Courses deviate from celestial norms all too often.
If and only if we feel rage or sorrow
In a world of blankets and curves,
Will we then quit regressing and find true powers.
Never setting, unapologetic suns,
which oscillate functionally as churches of contentment,
Leave only love as the everlasting beacon of hope.
The true guides are hyper dimensional dopamine rewards.
As synchronistic moments sound out solace,
May memories exist in flux forever.
May the empire of the empirical be forever deeper analyzed,
Diverging only when force is portending both the overt and the onerous.
May some phenomenons forever be left in voidness.
Let’s forever usher in autumn and the freshness of
Each birth of solar systems.
As we move on as a species
In a non-fractious progressive procession of infinite glory–
We are entirely responsible beings in a cosmos of multitudinous forms.
May we pontificate and congeal eternal Freedom for respect and beauty.
Whisperings of a perennial sublime
Smooch the love-lantern world.
Pacific, secular souls
With undying dreams
Navigate the winds of time
With occasional sighs for sails.
Tomorrow, it’s rosy smiles and sunshine charioteers
For every puckish maverick with dancing shoes
And a heart.
Sunshine and silhouettes
Rain puddles and mock ballet
Pity prancing is not begging
Sonic ocean sounds of love
Begging for no more beached whales.
Mother moon motivated to shine.
Most beautiful day
Transformed into starlit empire
Both north and south American night.
Goodnight East Coast
West coast keep boarding
May every family feel and be one
Moonlight-sunlight oceans that breathe
With gills and not pills
May flood us once more
With Gods as of beacons
And not guns as our quantum solace
Let us all praise the starlight’s armamentarium.
I am observing the social sphere from behind a barrier…
Most people do not even press their heads against mine
On the glass wall.
Incurably enervated and entirely unenthused,
I bury myself in my room.
I wanted them to breathe my love,
But, they still won’t acknowledge I have a heart.
I am a foreign creature, freshly released into
The world of sycophants
Sure, I shattered to bits.
But, her I am, Humanity, alive and free.
Purple is my soul, and the moon, well, it bears my breadth.
The dream world and a few select friends saved me when even my sanity abandoned me;
Anad therein lies why I never again will be a beacon of hope in an utterly mendacious world.