peculiarities

to enliven the party
the death was brought out
relieving matters

mystery

this consciousness lives
within memories
of who
we used to be
what am i

beyond

no one knows what
was the reason
everyone died
and suffered
even longer

post memorial

to be alive
without memories
alone
connected
realized

synchronize

whatever you do
i do
we all do together

beyond

what i don't know
i can't ever know
but i submit
i know everything

going now

i haven't even listened
to you this is what
we can do
let's do this

growing

is this the new height of whats
wrong what are we
 i can't imagine this

perceiving

nothing i know exists
because u don't
i can't say why

please

we are not knowing who we are
now there is a revision
what we are

freedom

whatever you imagined
gone
lost turned to ash
drowned
crushed

soliloquy

i think i got
jock itch
from my sourdough
starter
i know how that sounds
but no
it's science

awaken

the times the tides the temperatures the winds the plates
rattling we are a universe of one
us we are it

disasters

my initial response is lies
and heroics everywhere
no tragedy suffers more

erasure

no  wonder
we can't remember
what isn't happening

post PRE-Apocalyptic

i am not the newest kid
on the block
but WTF is
going on

disaster

just imagine what could happen
and be grateful for
what remains

hey

you aren't you
you know

ages

some things emerge inorganically
upsetting the environment

await

the new issue is the unpredictability
that envelopes everything
and you hold your breath

growth

nothing we combine could account
for the event where
time became a river
and space a product
of discovery

bolero

i stop responding to what
are infantile remarks
what can be said
after the Bolero

who

to even know me
what is that
am i anything

love

what i am at heart is a very mean person
i need to work diligently on becoming so
much kinder

suffering

tom had been writing poetry on facebook and finally decided to call it a day.  the matter of the lost children didn't end there were plenty of reddit accounts to check. the proline2 prog he wrote automatically brought up the major trends and points. what could be enix6iged was endless the Vr revolution as in full swing down to the unspeakable and to the essential. what didn't change was the loss of life and suffering in everything that changed

walls

becoming real
the background
fades 

fortunate

you imagine
what you had
and now its gone
the dream lingers

clear

your being has no place
to be
clear the way

awoke

what existed inside is
now loose outside
and you are finally
free

mind

it controls you
with the memories
you live inside 

foregone

there is no reason
to expect a deliverance
we are marooned
on madness point

confusion

what i am is
not what i
thought i was

prepare

the emergence of evil seems
to be trumps message

victory

more arms throwing
wins the battle

nope

we are normal though most
of our lives we
thought we were not

politico

i hadn't imagined a
spoken language so devoid
of love

truth

the union of truth and love
exists universally
but not always homogeneously 

fake

no one apologizes
it's all fake

been there

reverting to normal
how's it going

memories

i awaken first one morning
the glad eyed one
so happy summer had come

dream

dream what you want to dream
there isn't anything else

universal

letting go is the only
answer to any question

anxiety

has any thing changed
lately
your sense of control

change

nothing minimal
excites me anymore
it has to be something

here

to not be militant we are all
lost in the world
where we are we
are not

whine

my machine struggles here
this incline of life where
everything increases

thanks

what i am you are
we become alike

allowing

can normal be our love
we want everyone to share
this is the reason to be

postulate

nothing you do
accumulates
within me
we are the result
of nothing

attempt

denial i confess
is the best i
can do

apocalypse

this imaginary life that feels
so real
kills everyone

sure

instead of love
what would you like