Brevity.

Seek and you shall find
The answers to the truths.
So innate and complete
The engulfing net which surrounds
All life and existence.

Begging for acknowledgment,
It connects and influences.
Yet so humble it is,
it awaits discovery discreetly.
Only to be found by those who are gracious enough to see.

The pivotal moment is a decision.
From darkness to light, one must choose.
Actively taking the step out of the cave,
Adorning the responsibility of existence

cataracts removed.
Enabling sight of what has eternally been present.
Collective vision of the masterpiece of life.
Art acting as an attempt to share
The solitary emotion of comprehension.

Look, touch, love...
that which merits utmost respect and charity.
Sacred vessels endangered and
Exploited for anthropic kicks.

Superfluous desire creating complication.
Excess greed resulting from ignorance of higher purpose.
Dampening and damaging the powdered wings of higher truth.
Cramping the muscle which pumps the life force through
The al the encompassing veins of our singular body.

Patterns of sacred geometry
Breathing, expanding and retracting.
As above, so below.
Nature's perfect symmetry,
Seeking stability through voluntary unity.

Collectivity or Calamity

Collectivity or calamity.
Survival of the vision
Through destruction of the virus,
Which blindly breeds and feverishly feeds.
Draining the nutritious life source dry
Until the flame is smothered
Leaving the world, once again, in darkness.
Tomorrow is the sacrifice of today.

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Face first I slither through life,
Casually changing and shedding skin.
Concepts personalized through experience,
Framing the murky identity which rents the space within.
Observing programmed reality.
What is real to you may not be real to me.
Dimensions defied through imagination.
Infinity existing internally,
Modelled to my specification.
Perception through sensory interaction,
Operative by virtue of a chemical reaction.

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Youth teases me with her golden strands of light,

The flickering glow behind my eyes.

Is it dimming or am I?

A silver coin slowly sinking in dark water.

Evanescent memories of who I was

Lay crumpled and twisted on the floor,

Like the moulting skin of a serpent’s metamorphosis.

Too quick to the chase am I.

Let’s play a game and I will let you win.

Gunning down my dreams for yours,

I disillusion the world.

But who has the last laugh you ask?

The carpet pulled from beneath your feet.

This satire ended in tragedy.