rhyanemery

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Age: 27
City: Monroe
Country: United States

Joined: May 2009

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I am a chain smoking, daydreaming space cadet. Curious of the All and everything in between. A people watcher, abstract in and out of mind. I complain because there’s not enough colors in the universe, though when blended they seem to satisfy. Natural patterns define me. I passion for art and music.
My son has given me purpose in this world.

All one {with my thoughts}

Even God gets tired sometimes..

Though this thought only crept in my mind and visited for a moment in time, later did the idea register and rest where it lays today.
After an exhausted toss and turn
And spin and spin and spin..
I am able to breathe again
With thoughts of blunder and wonder
Such of
Surely the earth gets dizzy…
Always busy
Doing earthly things.
Rain dances and hummingbirds
Seeds of wonder falling from mysterious places
Expressions on faces
Simple sweet dreams connecting the spaces
Emotion in complacent detail
Her dirty toes and she knows and grows and glows and goes and woes and throws and flows…
Beauty every which way
Beyond the tip of the atmosphere..
To the center of the core.
Landing steady every turn
Sometimes she has to cry.
Where has the energy gone to?
Chemicals in her brain losing track
And lacks energy
Anymore. Evermore. Forever may not end.
Maybe with the turn of the season
The energy will return.
Even God gets tired sometimes..
Look at all the detail lately?
This world has such potential..
Grasp it like an early sale.
Take it with a grain of sodium infested meal in a box
And digest
We can make her a better place..
You me her him he she them.. Us. All of us..
In and out of focus
Then the thoughts just flow from her mind
As she forgets simultaneously..
The end awaits as the beginning begins..
Of all the people that must pretend
If you stepped out and reached within
The beauty lies under your skin..
And beyond the details of here and there
And closer to the epiphanies everywhere
The idea developing at evolutionary pace
These pale expressions upon their face (in awe)
Where this ends and the beginning returns again
She will sense empathy peace and grace..
So they say that she’s ending and all should be feared
Panic erupts in these next few years
And pain and blood disaster full speed
Revelations in your time of need.
And so I say to you mother earth,
In a prayerful tone of mind
We make excuses day by day
Of this and that neither here nor there…
There will be doubt, there is..
And knowledge
Imaginations
Water
Emotions
This beauty I call Life
Gravity ascends to another level
The day she opens up her heart.

Alone (with my thoughts)

Thinking about thinking.
There’s a life force that’s stirred.
Peering into my perception
Peculiar imagination.
Translation only for me
To provide to you.
I do this.
Didn’t think I’d open up that form
Again.
Pushed it beyond the abyss
Where tangible matter dissipated
Collapsing into memory,
buried within the cranium.
Resurrecting in Spirit.
Recalling the supremacy
Of evolution.
Tiny actions
expose great effects.
The purpose of life has been
Distracted by materials
Of artificial happiness.
your lights are dim.
The tv is on
Your mind tuned out.
I question this escape.
As if this rotates around just one.
Indeed , we move together.
lateral rhythm
Close your eyes.
You can feel it within the loudness
Of sound.
They move together.
As do we.
Culture thrives
On dimming the lights.
Conform.
Confirm.
Conspire.
The time for these expire.
And so the next step is delivered.