

Society is NothingUnder the people and from the core of imagination, Through the fog of unimaginable wastelands Comes a truth revealed throughout psychiatric analysis And slightly altered forms of enlightenmentSociety is Nothing
Paranoia seeks the altar of consciousness As judgement passes through years of tenderness and pain Knowledge is the blood that pores from our vessels And onto the sidewalk, where the homeless sleep
Socially acceptable brevity is the murderer of thought It's the image that nullifies the sociopolitical stratosphere With what I know, what can I lose? What must I give in order t


12:05 A.M.The buzzing inside is ringing the mind The quiet fury, which is rather empty space Transcended into a deviously distinct calm Within moments and seconds of flooding the axis plains with words Thoughts emcompass centuries of civilized Socratic diatribes Nearly echoing influences and inspirations, but-- Believe it, some rational states of mind are unique Buddha cannot guide our paths forever, so we think No, the absolute necessity of time does not serve a function Midnight ocean waves crash at a nearby seashore next to a few broken street lights, And forever will I ponder why it is12:05 A.M.


Dawn of Cool NightGood morning, shadow It is still morning, and I have yet to see your face Ah, but I know who to thank when the sun shinesDawn of Cool Night
You are here, underneath me I see your darkness; it is unarguably tempting But you inspire me to thrive in opposites
The truth, you hold, seeks a duality As for the rays of light that ensure relevant stability Tearful excursions never often have complete "farewells"
Splendid misfortune, I know The inspiration to live is plentiful, but thus, it is not ripe As my days require the sun to be objective, While you, shadow, lay in the daw
My original account has a bunch of things like digital art and 3D renders but now I'll be transitioning my poetry to this account. I hope you enjoy my submissions.
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