Tiny moments are these... that only a value will compare to them.
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The Slivers of Shillings
I’ve smelt this, like the raw inside of a fiery forge.
The heavens pounded upon the highest roof,
It became an effigy, one plotted lot of sand...
Burning beyond the sound chosen by its flame.
Here thee hands, of tips, and gears sing in the scrapyard.
“What shall I be? Who is this person? Does it... Do we, change?”
Why?! Why God... how have you learned of my many unforeseeable ways?
Did you truly march upon the soil and earthly roads to teach me?
-Surely the being an “All knowing, Omnipresent form” could have, just as easily silenced me with the understanding of what any person truly is or needs!
I much enjoyed the well-stated silence, however, when does that same light cease to burn my flesh and eyes... and instead sets course to my prior and blackened past?
Do we ever, “validate” our choices through the support of fellow personalities?
-or as mere beings of mortal composition contain us within these predictable behaviors.
I flinched, once, twice, then once more. None were obvious enough to become seen, especially through a mechanical fabric and their outdated node-monitors. -I am Zi Lordly of the Kings. You are being held liable for the production of (falsely) materials necessary for a small militia to succeed, yet compliant within a locale sustainable area. The space? “What space...” -This was a base-released question that determined surviving a surgical operative organization. ORo and eIM had tested boundaries, learning for themselves “which universe, which world... which places to, preach.” They (just as I) have found that Earth, encompasses the soil of blood, the trees of death, the water of acidity and an air of toxin
The cobblers' stone was broken into chips, gripping around the outside edges of each crease where every seismic material had previously collided. She bridged the water & hell; the type that once (upon many occasions) stole both ships and land. I reached outward, attempting to hold her hands, just before the tide, it already washed away her blond hair with a physicists laboratories and chemicals. She was a trash, a waste. Most men (nor other women) could fathom her eternal value. Love, love -she was my ONLY love. This was, after all, the story of... "How One Little Life": a tiny woman, weakened the mortal's god-forged shields and these swords of our armies.
I’ll admit -that my feces is shit… plagues like sickly cells, the reaver of dreams, another reaper. Hands on blood, mud on shoe. Who of which two must you also choose these too?“
You’ll know death, personally. She’s the testimony of rituals, a choir hymn.“
I found this... that place, my home -at the center of your soul. I've given everything to make sure that you forever see, just how beautiful, you are to me."
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Of the Kelp and the Koi
The ground was slabbed, and brimmed with rounded-smooth stone.
8 hours of precipitation and dew staggered... the trees and grass were waiting for a fresh set of footprints (it was a kind, a special type -one for sure, certainly) that would become unable to identify previous boot wearers.
I felt each cloud of mist, a kissing me softer than the world of humans around me.
My bare feet were humbled, similar to floating or walking on clouds... I felt it, truth. THE only words that made me (that forced me to continue) -to live.
I don’t have one concern for a soldier, a nation, nor a God. I worry only for the fate of theories that have been designed to disprove them.
Have I lost, you? Or do we simply just forget what love is meant to be? -I am dying (you should know?)
"Oh, now I see. -I am blind."
Quarterly Frequency.
The No.RAM Gene.
How’ve I?
-Worldly letters that deliberately pisses on a flat-floored pile of cycled shit for a repurposed fate.
Did the continuum of endless rowing lights... -did those GOD-DAMNED LIGHTS burnout my retinas through the excessive exposure of indoor ceilings?!
It’s a sickly emotion!
I feel as if I should still be eating the fleshly package of any remaining parcels, should any actually exist. I can’t say what the pain taught me then. Shit, I can’t even say what I have learned, today!
I REALLY, -really like this!
"Some people thirst, but never drink.
-Some people eat, but never starve."
Yes! ...And this:
"Why do your slumbering eyes... see?
Like a dreamed world, only you have made.
Who have you become... dearest love?
I've nibbled, ever so gently, on the flesh.
Fruit that blossoms, too terribly sweet.
My blindness forgets to show, just how.
Yet the love for you, burns... carelessly.
Tell me, you wish for my death.
Forever, I'll die... bleeding for you, only... you."
Frank, NX.
Succinct...
Sugarcane lips, Palpitation kisses, Lisping whispers, Canvassing letters.
A bit of poetry. :)
I personally experienced a near-death experience 16 days after this post was entered into the digital-network (through a military-grade knife and an NAVY-trained personnel). Wildness.
"I smile, like drytears of emotionless eyes."
Oh yes. There is that of the distant. Where one breaks under mounting weight. A kind which changes both the
man and woman, elderly and child. The new as a fever, a poison of the mind. We will be deaf, dying from every word. And lost are those, who have all but won. Given back, hands emptied of wealth. Where can we go? When is time a blessing, instead of this... of “that” prison? Who too will then justify our awaited destruction?!
The Cell of “Noram Genes”
“I forgot the story... written so long before. It began with a younger fella. A boy, actually.
He didn’t know beyond the cemetery, nor walls of the laboratory.
One cell was sent into creation (an alternative to the already overstated death) through a reflective necessity.
Isn’t that the most iconically ironic coincidental concept?
“Life balances itself as often as necessary, without an insecurity.”
I’ve a world, larger than any intergalatic measurement! Who speaks of one planet, that has returned to itself...
The one and ONLY reality each being of Godliness has ever known?
-These are the EXACT people that have either lost or sacrificed everything!
THEY DO NOT KNOW! Universes are beyond a shape or color...
That’s what makes the knowledgeable idea so ideal and perfection
“just mediocre”.
Punishment is like a handful of fiery-granules, test-tubes.
"To awaken, one must remember, the dream."
There is a first, that is the first, it is first, First.
People, and only the people, answer themselves.