Posts Tagged ‘ creation ’

From The Ground Up

Image

don’t rush to plant

or else it wont,

grow with love

the earth absorbs…

all of which

stems from it,

if now isn’t ripe

then when is it?

bright ideas

don’t just fall from lips,

it takes more than a sowers intention

& the seeds knowledge from within,

to develop any sort

of relationship…

inspiration or creation

thoughts like random brain farts

normally float out

but im being hit with concepts

that are sly talking their mischievous way in,

suddenly and yet not fast enough

the ground is in the sky

im falling up

and I can’t tell where something ends and where it begins…

angles and theories

jokesters who seriously

don’t know if their delirious

or sane enough to know the difference from righteous,

 sitting on top of clouds

getting a tan from an eternal sunshine

 of a mind that at times

seems as packed as time square and then empty and spotless

made up

the universe is made up
of atoms-molecules -and light

its the mixture of them all
that brings inanimate objects to life

although distracted by their reflection
ours are long gone bye and bye in the night

having to grab and feel
like words describing to those that are blind

with enough sayings to over flow many novels
some phrases are used just to rhyme

taking away what holds them true
theyre tested tightly in a fight

if two go in, its 50/50
and only one of them can come out at the end and survive

dominance must be established
right away no wasting time

NOW like a starving serpent swiping a gazelle
it couldnt be witnessed by thine eyes

so is the illusions of slight of hand
we’re taken off the point we focused on when drawing lines

your words painted the picture
your souls intent helped shape and define

yet im still lost in that grasp that you have
because i can only see what ive seen with my eyes

all these pictures of happiness rainbows and smiles
get lost in translation with others frustrations and lies

the combination and possibilities of such things
drives one to insanity with the only escape, to end life

but the after taste of iT all leaves me with a hope
that its more than just more than logical
iT’d actually be really nice

The Fall

We were given paradise

with a very simple rule

obey what YHWH says

and that we couldn’t even do

we were

blessed with a biology

that produces the juiciest

of fruits

some with the knowledge

of our mind

others interconnected with

the womans womb

that very mixture

got us to believe

that we can do

what ever iT is that we want to do

which is definitely

the case and point

but now we must deal with

the after effects of it too

out to fend

for our selves

we must learn

and make tools

which we rely on

taking us even further off

the cliff of the fallen

*thump* (if still alive) *bruise*

handling me

the more

you feed

the beast

the more

iT will need

to feed

small scraps

and sporadic

tastings

wont fix

the egos

ever-growing greed

iTs metabolism

has now

constructed

an even

stronger

sort of stead

that will

only

and can

only

stop

once iT

has lost

all of iTs

steam

by the way

that the locomotive

is stampeding

I don’t fore see

that within

reach

hungry

and I just ate

 a pirates life

is the life

for me

with all my

vices

stuck together

on a

deserted island

with no way

to escape the beach

here I go

claiming to be

misunderstood

when really

 I

have no control

of handling

me

A toys story

just like a toys story

were not worth the plastic

in which were made,

our eyes and lives will fade

just like the color

in which it took to paint,

what ever we have on

will no longer be

once it washes it away,

on that same merit

if im just a toy of a

mistake,

would I be a failure

or exactly what

my creator intended to make?