homosapiensis

enamored in an idea fabricated by an assembly individuals in cooperation giving rise to a new entity impressions and stimuli together a new perception in a a daze, a phase, a frenzy a reality and creation a network in labor an identity as we see fit unique as we all are a machinery concomitant with imperfection

and while the majority strives to thrive stuck and blinded by a bubble - of comfort, of their own making, incapacitating well within their means and with little struggle a solid few give all thats due pushing beyond the biologically possible treading a thin line, less than benign playing with uncertainties, barely subtle! oh! these callous hands meeting demands as determined by abstract structures! construed and bolstered by circumstance improbable escape from default - nature? shout! in defiance, flickering hopes alight sweet perspiration, dreams of a nation of the forsaken - in verge of flight.

Yearning, pining for an improbability to materialize, for a fleeting moment, fleeting pleasure and for a valuable sense of self. an approval implicitly sought, brought a bashful bone dug deep into barren ground. An anchor floating amidst the mist, shadows across and amiss.

I consciously swirl around, sensing drops of sweat slide down my skin and into a realm of mutuality I dance along to the tunes, a rhythmic ride to each shrill tone of subterfuge and reality Ensnared by blurry lines, thin soft impalpable divides sweet delirium and sanity Naive - I frolick so, not privy of impending foes innate marginal possibilities. Enebriated! Intoxicated! Just a single sip more A viciously viscous concoction Hollow hearts so adore Lashes of exhilaration Zealously pining for a clandestine agenda a revelation A foregone conclusion of war.

In a warm mesh of blue and red Wrapped around in eclectic fog Stand three silhouettes that shed A mixture of tunes and song One cries as being touched and in alternate succession sings A faint tune that whistles through Striding on top of the winds A messy second pipes in and tells a soliloquy like none of the rest Taking the heat, in thunderous speed Subsumed in an encompassing spell Attuned  the third slowly speaks in a hushed drone to both Together entranced in a magical dance Of beauty in dissonance Of song

Wandering, woeful, in a world full of wonder. Weeping, yet wanting as I wish to win. Wholesome, worn. I stumble down. Worried. Wailing; wandering and wondering why I wait to live. And live to wait; Wench; Woman; Tell me. What wanton wounds you accept to suffer? Washing away your identity. Whimsical, the world's wrath. Waiting to live, and living to wait.

At some point in time, she started giving in: slowly closing her eyes, she let an emptiness in her heart transport her into a dimension of nothingness. Clasp after grasp, the void grappled with her being - the essence of herself that barely filled the earthly vessel she was given. Taking deep breaths in between, she tried summoning the now shattered pieces of herself. Her hands nimbly commenced piecing the puzzle into a functional whole. With every complementing piece, a part of her began to disintegrate, releasing vapor that disappeared into what seemed to be the edge of that abysmal devoid dimension. At once, she stopped scrambling for the

What would we pay for the price of pleasure? For a glimpse of distraction - of apparent perfection! Repressing what is a facade's our goal Reality replaced with ceaseless consumption.

In a forced truce that enwraps the wall Cries abound, ubiquitous A society appalled Alea iacta est! The people have spoken! With their vigor and valor injustice shall be devour'd! Echoes as weapons They resonate at the square Piercing into hostile territory Unforgiveable treason! The dynasty trembles Your conviction's complete Out of love for yourselves hearts with hope replete An unscrupulous tyrant Rears its heavy hand Abolishing an uprising With its mercy scant Rage takes over The mass, unwavering Advancing as one soldier Demanding an unveiling! The oppressor besieged Recluse, he flees A strike of lighting emerging To enjoy an indef

Trickling droplets of water dripping soundlessly at dawn singing birds rejoicing as the artist drew on picturesque sunsets of cotton meadows of green - silence poisoned by beauty his eyes barely see. Zigzags and scribbles in dark crimson red caressing to and fro the frail whiteness of death shedding perspiration chewing his bread completing the last stroke the last droplet of sweat shed.