Forget Not: A Reminder for Us All
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Particular Moments
More Stars than There are
Tag: creative writing
April 5, 2021
YOUR PASSIVE EXISTENCE
February 9, 2021
Must We?
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February 6, 2021
A walk and a song, before dawn
Every so often, you may find that The humans, in their various manifestations Of desires, vulnerabilities, shortcomings, and even Hopefulness and Beauty --- Are simply far Too Heavy --- You immerse in it, daily, Like wading, knee-high, in an air Filled by Molasses. But every so rarely, you may discover Creature companions of sorts, Whose dimensions only spare them Very plain needs: To eat, to drink, and if ever so lucky, To wander and play, Mindlessly --- Free from Love and Grief, Free, in the absence of time, Nowhere, and Everywhere.
January 10, 2021
Quest of the 144 Star Clusters
17, 17, 17
Everywhere - the air has become Charged.
Could We now go back
to Sleep, this death row slumber,
of slow but certain
downward demise ---
Is it possible
to now close your Heavy
Shell-shocked Eyes,
Once We've been Called
to Awaken and Rise, and
to Cast Thy Net
to The Right?
Have the Brave
Engaged themselves, for Our Sake,
In the most Pivotal Conflict
of the Times...?
This War that spans
Across Space and Time;
that Decides the Fate of Man ---
Which Path shall Our Children
Set sails on,
Enslavement, Chaos, or
A picturesque episode
of Blossoming Peace?
And Who are the Enemies?
Inter-dimensional demons...?
Hahah - Surely they were
Tough to Beat.
(Have you had Visions,
Seen the Foul Smelling
beasts...crawling Beneath
the deceivingly vacant Deserts?
Have you...had your hands bound
as you witnessed the raping
and devouring of your Kin
Under the the blackened sun...?!)
Having survived the gory
Eclipse,
Where is Your Righteous Anger?
Shall We be Valiant
In Memory and Honor
of the Good, the Exploited, and the Fallen?
Shall We take on the Sword
of Vengeance,
After We've mourned
The Innocence destroyed,
White Flowers Inflamed,
Ravished?
.
.
.
Fellow Men and Women,
The Prophesied Age of Aquarius
hath Dawned Upon Us
All,
After having been maliciously
Denied
So many times (dark hands).
The Warriors of the Past
Who risked Everything to
Usher New Earth forward ---
1860, 1960, once more 2000 ---
Are they now smiling,
Now that We draw nearer to victory
This Time, Once for All?
No more resurrections
to the vile. Hydra's head
Severed, cut down
Under Cyrus' Command.
Brace Thyself.
Normalcy as We knew it
Gone out the window,
Everything up shall be Revealed
to be down;
Hidden Treasures are to Sprout.
Fact shall be overturned by Truth
Logic is to be rectified by Love.
Open your Mind and Souls ---
Do you see
The Fountain holding
The Water of Life
Rising, soon to burst,
Freely?
December 28, 2020
A Dog Who Smells Like Fish
There’s a Joyous Dog next to me —
She smells like Fish
And the scent of Fresh Soil
After a good, long
Rainy Day.
Every paw-step she takes,
A rich breeze of Life
Follows;
She likes to Chase,
And she likes to eat,
With a crazed gobbling,
That is.
Somehow,
I sense that
She is more Alive
Than the likes of me.
Particular Moments 
February 27, 2022
In this City – Part I
The City is indeed a peculiar place to be—
it is a eco-chamber that sources its
raw goods from outside its borders,
and in return, never manage to return any
fruition of equal liveliness or consequence;
it is a mischievous juicer
that spits out yellowy-green puss, putrid waste
from the best apples and oranges
innocently fed into it;
it is its own twisted mega-church,
with its organs always blasting
on high volume—
deafening drones of motorized something’s;
heart-wretching screams of lost Souls,
with all of their needless violence and commotions;
it is a rotting garden of surprises:
festering garbage lodged uncomfortably
into crevices better served for other purposes;
dog shit, or those of humans and the alike,
left behind for invisible, miracle cleaning crews;
broken parts of otherwise wholesome constructs,
carpeting the roads’ medians
and their left and right side walks—
.
When putting all of its saucy elements in view,
it indeed looks quite like
a bewildering, if not entirely mad arrangement
for Man to gravitate to.