Dear gravity

Upside down.
Is this world upside down?
I'm pondering that thought will stargazing.
What about you gravity is so amazing?
Am I gazing up above,
or am I gazing down below?
Where exactly are these infinite Cosmos?

And if the Earth is just a floating sphere,
and I'm just floating here,
then please gravity, just let me fall.
Let me sink into your cosmic abyss,
the dark wonders of mystery and bliss.
Please gravity, let me reminisce.

Let me remember,
the feelings of transcendence,
far beyond dependence,
of time and space.
Let me explore the dimensions,
beyond this physical place.
Let me go home.

I am more than just the sum,
of these subatomic particles,
I am not random.
I am remarkable.
You see dear gravity,
I am light.
And while my light may be so-called "trapped in this skin,"
you cannot hold down what is within.
I am what keeps this planet from freezing; what keeps us all breathing.
If there were no humans left thinking,
then dear gravity, would you even exist?
You see, you are a mere concept,
a phenomenon,
to describe what we think is going on.
A combination of made-up letters,
nothing more nothing less,
You create the illusion of separateness.
But I have discovered what's under the veil.
I am the cosmic abyss.
I am mysterious bliss.
I am infinite consciousness.
I am you,
and I am me.
I am he,
and I am she.
I am everything.
I am the beginning,
and I am the end.
I am anything but gravity's friend.

Soul mate

Angered and endangered,
used and abused,
belittled and bewildered me.
Smothered every flame of hope inside of me.

Left dry and passionless,
an empty soul.
Callousness,
overtook me;
abandoned to clean up,
my own heart's debris.

Deserted on the island of possibility.
The possibility of you,
the possibility of me,
the possibility of we,
and all things to come.

But when it's all said,
all said and done;
I want to say thank you,
for I have won.

A second chance,
a fresh start,
an instant fibrillation,
to my once dead heart.

Revived and alive,
I have a new pulse;
a new opportunity,
to analyze the ruins, that were you and me.

A hindsight perspective,
brought insight never expected.
You were my soulmate without a doubt;
allowing me to grow,
day in and day out.

You see,
the purpose of a soulmate,
isn't all glitz and glitter;
it often times,
can leave you bitter.

Their purpose here,
is to be revered,
to help steer,
your soul,

to a higher atmosphere.

The blame I put on you,
was really for me;
for you are the reflection,
of me that I see.

No one's at fault,
this had to happen;
it's simply a result,
of the skin that were wrapped in.

You see here on Earth,
we have lessons to be learned.
Our karmic laws,
are unconcerned--
with emotions.
Our soulmates purpose,
is to premote our egos demotion.

You have done a great job,
and for you I am thankful;
for without all the chaos,
how could I know tranquil?

All of the darkness,
has shown me the light.
My Earthly dismay,
was my soul's delight.

You were the best soulmate,
I could have picked.
To say we messed up,
would contradict--
the soul work you came here to do.

There are really not enough words say,
except thank you.

Birth

Warmth and comfort,

comfort and bliss.

How could it get any better than this?

Security and fimilarity,

lulluibies of sinsereity,

this is home.

Gentle touches and soft conversation,

feelings of love and pure elation.

But wait...

I'm moving.

I'm falling.

This sensation's appalling.

The pressure.

What's happening?

It hurts, this feeling.

Labord breathing.

Am I dying?

Implying that I'm living?

What am I?

Where am I?

What is this crying and screaming?

Where is my joyful singing?

Oh this is so displeasing...

I can feel me leaving.

Scilence.

Reality hits...

Cold.

Naked.

Lights,

brightness,

I must fight this.

Take me back!

I'm scared.

I wanna go home!

This isn't my home!

Where are you taking me.....

Oh there is she, 

my fimilarity.

That intimate heartbeat.

The joy and pleasure of hearing that sound;

home I have found.

I feel safe.

I'm going to open my eyes now....

Wow.

So this is life...

Mind Fuck

Oh the temptation,

of a mind that's awakend.

Oh the sensation,

of passions activation.

The pulsation,

vibration,

in your complex cortext,

suck me into your mental vortex.

I can feel your mind throbbing,

creavtive juices flowing,

vulnerability finially showing.

Raw and unbashfuly naked,

consuming the places that once were vacant.

Don't stop.

Go deeper.

Go harder.

Let your thoughts free;

expressions soar.

You're not the same as you were before,

you're a wild one now.

Your rawness intrigues me,

your passion is freeing.

No words to describe,

exactly what you do to me.

Your thoughts alter my reality.

Your mind,

it fucks me,

oh so beautifully.

Gaia

Oh Sacred Majesty,
how could this be?
How did we end up like this?
When did this happen?
What happened to passion;
for you, and all your glory?
We've become so predatory,
and you dear Mother,
have become the predators quarry

The grace of your willows,
once soft and gentle,
now weep,
tears of chaos transcendental

Your wind once whispering,
sweet nothings in our ears;
now enraged with hurricanes
induced by karmic fears.

I used to stand amongst your redwoods, soaking in the giants wisdom,
passed down through the ages.
Now I stand ashamed,
saddened at the look upon their faces.
Fearing for their lives,
an industrial exchange for nature's demise.

Your sweet smell of honeysuckles and morning dew on the pines,
now reek of decay, of you the Divine.

The taste of your land,
astounding,
so sweet and so grounding;
now tastes of bitter ash
from your poisoned soil

We are slowly and selfishly killing you.
A self-inflicted murder suicide,
a narcissistic earthly homicide.

You've been screaming out for help,
subtle signs in your sun,
forewarning us of the destruction to come. We laugh and call it global warming,
but you Mother, call it your global warning.
We can blame the polar shifts,
but the blame is in our inability,
to coexist.

I want to remember the Earth as it was;
to be captivated by your sacred land.
Amazed by the canyons we call grand.
Bewildered by the beauty,
of erosions overtime.
But all that's left
is the erosion in our minds.

A society ruled
by corporate greed and profit.
We've ignored the wise words,
of our native Prophets.
Fore they tell us that Mother is our mirror, reflecting our collective anger
our collective fear.

She's calling us
to wake up from our slumber,
for the sleeper to dive deeper
in the depths of the ocean.
To explore the notion,
that we are one.

Earth's last dying breath,
is a plea to the living.
Begging us to remember her spirit,
as it was in the beginning.
Allow her loving spirit to embrace you,
Allow it to overtake you.
Allow it to remind you,
that she is the reflection of you.

Silhouette

Time has passed,
and i've become your silhouette.
A lifeless romance you'll never forget.
Your deepest love,
and most permanent regret.
A soft reminder of the monsters,

you haven't buried yet.

The girl

Who is she?
Who did the storm blow in?
A mix of lust and debris,
or modern-day Dorothy?

Her love has many faces,
She'll lure you into foreign lands,
unfamiliar places;
leave you searching for a way back home.

It's a perilous thrill to fall in love,
to fall in love with a girl who's in love with the world;
a world over the rainbow.
A Yellow Brick Road she's destined to follow.

Her soul runs wild,
her love runs free;
like an unchanged melody
in a captive Society.
She holds the key;
forever rewriting her story to be.

No space for empty promises,
or temporary covenants;
don't bring them to the table,
in her land of tales and fables.
She's searching for eternity,
in the land of possibilities.

No storybook confusion,
reality is an illusion.
She is just a character,
in the book of your life.