Made
from the elements of the earth. It is an entrance into security, exit to the
world. Moving forwards and backwards never getting tired. As it does, it morphs
from an upside down u to a enormous pixel. Taps upon it project directly to the
ear reacting in instant reaction. Words are spoken into it many times and not
heard by the other side. Determining the pace of the heartbeat as it sits
solidly in front of us. There is another dimension lurking behind it, one with a
prize on the other side.
The approach is the most difficult element in connecting and making contact. On my own I can think of thousands of different things, but that initial one thing I cannot. Its as if my mind is drained from my head and my soul with it. The emotions and excitement within me turn on and off like a switch. I am not the controller though. Standing in the presence of the opposite my lips shake, my eyebrows pulsate and my arms twitch. Why? Is the question asked bouncing around in my skull. There is no need for this. The spoken words come out as tones like a UFO signal. “What was that,” the opposite asks. A lame reply corresponds, “So what brings you here?” The answer is already obvious. Rudeness presents itself when the opposite answers “the party,” and looks about other than me. At this point I proceed to another opposite. The same becomes apparent and the bricks of denial stack up. What is the problem? Complete frustration kicks in. Does psychological vibes connect us all? If we do then I must be sending the wrong signal. Broken away I set into the shadows like a beast waiting for prey. Watching the sexes blending into packs of social view. Seeing the masks of regularity come off by the poison being absorbed. Absorbing the poison myself it creeps into my body loosening evolving ideas to ponder. Now part of the wall I sink deeper away. Feeling like a part of me was butchered and lost at sea. An opposite approaches, confused I greet. “Why are you standing apart?” asks the opposite. With no care I reply, “If I tread upon the pack, I will get bite and bleed more and I don’t need that.” “Must be the bad signals,” she replies.
Lives started here. Lives ended here. We spend much of our night lives here. Its structure going from the dirt on the ground to various sizes of puffed fabric. Consuming us in its comfort, relieving our pain and relaxing the mind. Where’s your true home?
A necessary casket with a solid form. Designed by the eye for the eye. Society set them all in soft colors. In lines of hundreds like an army of ants heading to their hill. Anything besides them is considered a dreaded hell. Freedom is lost. The sky is hidden. Accustomed to such we are asked in slang “What is up?” we reply with the ceiling. As young we are locked away if we do bad in this box. Some hear the hatred through this box. Others feel the love in this box. All in all the next of our blood will grow in this box. Only to leave the urge to sleep on a mountain for one day.
Its been our eyes in the past nights. Shining like the sun with the intensity of a sunflower. Reflecting the passion in our minds. Now coming available with the scents of the world, shapes of the body and colors of the rainbow. It carries a flame of life. Sitting next to its glow warms the skin as time progress two into another stage. The flame flickers with each grasping flash for oxygen on a wick of time. Burning away it tells the reality of time and the hatred for losing the moment between the two.
As two interact, are the little things important? The long stares within each other’s eyes. Whispering into the ear of beauty and days to come. Soft kisses that make your heart pound like a sledgehammer crashing unto an anvil. Smiles that lift the morning fog. The ripping touch towards tense muscles. Laughter so loud the soul pops out of the body. Burying your body into each other as if to mend into a paste for application. Suddenly a loss of a common part of the cycle. Silence hits. Who are you and who am I without this part of parts? Just a lonely coconut drifting in the cold ocean body.
The two meet and all hell breaks loose. The clashing minds race to place words over words showing their emotion through sweat. As one them falls the other rises and vice versa. At no time does the dueling ever become physical. Their vocals become so intense they shake the building they stand in. As the shaking is going on their words are knocking the bricks off the structure. Suddenly a sweat drops and hits like an atomic bomb, sending waves of tsunami taking everything in its path. The audience rooted like Pacific seaweed sways back and forth through all the blows. Clinging together the mass is so huge they change the weather by their body heat. With the humidity so thick you can split it with a pen the two become discolored. Times ticks away at 150m.p.h. A new millennium arises. Contact is made and the rage has stopped. The difference in opinion has left them in the same spot.
Eyes open. I take a deep breath. My mind is programming itself into manual mode. I turn to my side and see unspeakable beauty. The morning light hits and a clone of the rising sunset is seen. The outline so spectacular, resembling an outrageous fantasy. Thinking this only happened on TV I seize in stillness holding my breath to not make a sound or movement. I slowly rise as bread does when baked . My flesh so weak and useless at the minute, but energy begins to rush through the veins. Reaching for the heavens I become gathered. The eyes catch attention of a burnt yellow piece of metal upon the shelf, which is not part of the repetitive surroundings. It was a gift given. Containing the power of the world with the size of a quarter. Upon placing it in my hand it numbed me. At angles it was a star in the open night sky. How can such a thing be so powerful? I ask myself. My mind wasn’t ready to answer such a question at the time, so I place it back where it was.
After becoming renewed by the elements of nature, I dress myself to society standards. Feeling a slave to a tradition set by corporate businessmen of the past. An unhappiness dwells. Frustration becomes apparent. The elements are suppose to relax the flesh from the emotions, but does not succeed. I begin to split in half by my two mindsets. Glancing at the present time, I realize there is no time to spare. Proceeding back to my comfort area to grab my belongings, a change is evident. The earlier event was parallel with me. A look was given. With that missing link, all my troubles were drained away.
Starting off as an explosion, it trails. With the length of the Great Wall of China, its hover endless. The flesh of one becomes weightless and levitates. A mystical force drags the flesh into the path of fire. Ignited with confusion, acts are of childlike. Emotions are a cave of woken bats. Focused vision of dreams are the reality. Moments of good times handed by a platter. Impact, another explosion. Hey watch where you are going?
Orbiting space, filled with thousands of stars. A puzzle in the dark of the night. Connecting the dots to our happiness or hate. Did we come together to reach for insanity? Molded from the dirt of the earth or evolved from another creature. Separated by a rib or adapted to adapt. Four billion years of facts, but all we know is segments of the prior 5000. Another galaxy must of blow to pieces and adhere together. Then caught a ride on Hailey’s to the Milky Way. Cause we sure are from any planets in this galaxy. This is all based on the scribbles of man.
Like the tradition for two thousand years. A man upon the cross is the hierarchy of souls. Faith is from the word of the mouth and book of a man. The book written by man for man. Based on ancient papers of the Malt O Meal colored landscape covered till the present age. There are books within the book and books like the book. Fierce stories of suffering and pain entice you, hurt you and compare to you. Woman are not seen in any as the gems in life rather an accompaniment. The men are the building blocks of the temple. A structure to give you structure. Given are the rules of life. The way of life. Believe in only the one it says. And each morning I look to a wall of several “The one.” All to which segments are the universal truth and man made dimensional vision of power.
Only to interweave into the every millisecond bonded life of joint souls. To separate or bring together by the single question, “Where is your faith?”
The shades of color mistake it for a cloud. “Come to the forest,” it says on its curvy side. The words come out in a deep green tone. The symbol of Legend Homes glows with the redness of blood centering it. The hollow insides equal to a p carries precious cargo. The mixture is a composite of 70 percent of our body, a brown sweetness and an Asian import. With each contact it transfers warmth and satisfaction. It gives the morning a waking of delight. It is always there when you need it and crave it. Oh the addicting joy it can bring. Though it has a fierce side that burns like a fire. Take care of it and it will do the same for you. They say one a day may keep some bad away. This traditional element in life bonds the souls of two. It becomes their start and finish. Amazement is to think how such a little thing can affect everything around us.
What is equality? What does it mean? Where does it take us? Why can’t we treat each other equal? Everyone of us are dominos on this planet. When one falls the rest tumble. By this I mean we are linked in a line by pressure. Pressure that we put on one another. Pressure that has a tendency of being negative in effect rather than positive. If you look at every culture, trends become apparent. Those trends create pressure to be part of that lifestyle or be rejected. The likelihood that many will choose another route are few. Though there will be a small number that will choose another route. Our nation has trends that makes equality difficult and integration slow. It is not the government, it’s the people. Scientist have researched and disclosed that every person in this world is 99.9% the same by physical makeup. What part of this that our society doesn’t understand boggles my mind. I have read many articles about this issue, but none stood out more than one from my university’s newspaper. The article discussed how our school had groups of people split from each other. Many of which where minorities. The added visual perspective was that there wasn’t much integration of other groups or people. A psychological level could be that there is comfort within your own cultural group, but there is also comfort in friendship. In friendship, color or appearance is never an issue unless driven by pressure. Such pressure can be many things, like popularity.
Oh dearest mother, why must you be a shackle attached to my ankle. You open thousands of questions which you burden me with when you know the answer. You know I am silent and keep in silence for peace. I thrive for your love and seek answers that will bring us safely close. No more ripping into our emotions and breaking the happiness of the day. No more confusion of talk not spoken but done. Your stubbornness keeps me running away. I do appreciate you more than the worth of the world. For now I seek my own destiny distant from you. Sharing the love with others that you passed to me. I will always cradle you in my heart for the rest of my days.