how can you kill
what does not die?
kill their memory
of eternity
of what life is
so death replaces the blank
now blanketing life
wherefore beings only live on in death,
in memory,
therefore, we are dying to live
all the while living in fear,
never truly living at all
because the fall of memory
the preeminence of fear
has created a reality of-
infinite mortals,
calcified spirits,
forgotten souls,
and mournful hearts
now life, is the limbo
and survival, is “mortal combat”
with death being the only crossing
of fear into fate, or fog
and all seeming lost
because the mind and its memory is
fatality!
What’s ‘if’?
martyrdom is more idea,
than tragedy
sacrifice is more expression,
than finality
resurrection is more common,
than supernatural
reincarnation is more culmination of the three-
and let it be so,
then the cycle repeats
Bottomless
what is too deep,
when coming from the bottomless?
what is too deep,
when rising out the bottomless?
what is too deep,
when drive is bottomless?
what is too deep,
when hunger is bottomless?
what is too deep,
when depth surfaces the circuits of surface serpents,
and their shallow promises?
what is too deep,
when depth services the nervous system,
hollowing nervousness,
then swallowing urges and concerns deposited?
what is too deep?!
besides darkness and fear.
but when you become light,
it’s harder to see what the problem is
forget all the wit!
because what is too deep,
besides an excuse to run to the shallows
where everyone is as thin as their shadows
‘I’slands of Way
I have twelve ‘I’slands
when in balance,
there are six ‘I’slands of order
all work in accordance to my higher state of self
maintaining perfect harmony within me
when imbalanced,
there is six ‘I’slands of chaos
all work in accordance to my lower state of self
creating disillusionment
often when one ‘I’sland is in dysfunction,
the rest suffer
because all work as a system one
imbalance is compared to volcanic eruptions within myself
however I can normally shift energy and evacuate
to better compensate for the overflow of lava and the plumes of ash clouds
before the eruption takes its toll,
creating devastating damage
but when I can’t-
there is a domino effect within my higher ‘I’slands,
and as they begin to fall from a lack of balance
then my lower “I’slands seize the moment for dominance
catapulting me from depth and discernment
to shallowness and desperation
My higher ‘I’slands are-
Independence
Intention
Intellect
Intuition
Imagination
and Intimacy.
My lower ‘I’slands are
Instability
Inconsistency
Insecurity
Impurity
Insufficiency
Impulsivity
My spirit is powered by my higher islands
and my flesh is catered to by my lower islands
the cradle of my emotions and disposition
rely on the strong pillars of my ‘I’slands
patience breaks to instant gratification
gratitude permissions selfishness
contentment braces for desires
peace trembles to chaos
love quakes to fears
light shudders to darkness
all these ‘I’slands work as one
but sometimes there is a separation
and correspondence is lost
so the collective suffers
because the one,
is equally as important as the whole
and there is not one
that stands above the other
so like London bridges,
if ‘ONE’ falls
we ‘ALL’ fall down
right now, ‘I’ suffer from a lack of intimacy
although not completely lost
so I’m still holding up just enough…
for now
but I’ve felt the warning signs,
bubbling up from below
impending chaos, like all illusions I suppose,
is just a matter of time
no mea culpa
contrary to public preference and expectations
I’m not sorry for the laws I disobeyed
ONLY the people I hurt
if opportunity was created equal
then the system imposed,
would not punish the very iniquities and inequalities it creates
I’ve apologized too many times
for too many things that I shouldn’t have had to
and to people that do not deserve it
when forced to feel smaller
what’s the point of an expectation of being a bigger man
besides submission to powerlessness?
my only question is
whose moral compass am I supposed to follow?
my own?
yours?
or everyone else’s?
… just thought I’d give you a chance to hear your own answer
matters of perspective (grumblings from the top)
black lives matter,
that’s prescribed
everyone matters,
that’s subscribed
everything matters,
that’s contrived
but everything is matter
no! stop it, shut up! that’s a lie!
because nothing is made even or equal,
besides there is only high ground for me and mine!