POETIC STORIES: CONNECTIVITY

POETIC STORIES: CONNECTIVITY

Relationship is the common ground where to or more meet due to a magnetic pull. Happy times and bad times are shared because they care about what the other maybe experiencing. A joined forces in like energy sources. Relate, related, relation, release the natural sensation to be one with another merry the brothers and sister of the world and plan to take the universe to its rightful place in joy. Peace, power, protection a projection of positive people. Promote far reaching feelings of flavorful fantastic fortune forever because we are friends.

POETIC STORIES: TRULY UNDERSTAND LOVE 4.0

POETIC STORIES: TRULY UNDERSTAND LOVE

Peace treaties never work for nations hell bent on war. Stop fighting do what your heart desires wayward soul. You can be whatever you want. I am but a lightbulb that made myself into a moon. If you want to I support you and if I disagree you know that I am happy for you because whatever makes you happy makes me happy for you. If you are a green caterpillar go to your cocoon and come out a butterfly. We don't have to agree just know I am there for you through all things. I will always continue to light the sky's for you no matter what. 

Your back is mine because I have it. I am and always will there. Tormented soul seeking war with the sender of warmth and information what fight is this to have without reason. The world has many things to consider why divide your moonlight from your path and darken your own way? Grow strong and do not cower in this place to add chaos when you know the correct remedy. Dis-ease caused by dis-course destroy the joy of life for petty and futile reasons. Seek refuge in the one true place that makes a smile come with proof.

POETIC STORIES: BLINDSIDED ME

POETIC STORIES: BLINDSIDED ME

Unhappily ever after, after all the final four was the end - all to closing the door on the weird place the pot called the kettle black even though that day was a time for total bliss the Abusive words from a vacant memory caused the fondue to burn and lose its use for wine. Times up and the clock ran out on the beauty of smiles and the sun fell out of the sky darkening the day. A silly way to lose the world and pollute the same air that was pure and offered a renewed youth tragedy and sickly cells disgrace faces of healthy healing hurt and bleeding from uneasy pleading fallen angels. Closed eyes walk into walls. Opened minds still hit the roof and nothing is as it was and should be. Why is that? Unfortunate failure, unnecessary punishment divided the strength of celestial forces without mercy.

POETIC STORIES: CATATONIC RAGE

 POETIC STORIES: CATATONIC RAGE

Catatonic rage, an impulse of a blind seeing eye cat drunk on hope. Hi Def, high hopes, high as the sky we fly off into the inevitable blue, somewhere over the rainbow although you nor anyone else knows what will be there before we arrive or not. Who knows? It seems to be a big ball of confusion like mismatched PURPLE and brown. Seeking an answer to the puzzle in your dreams as you see his face he is revealed as water of crystal ponds but instead of at sea he flies overhead unfree and enslaved by the sky because he knows not that the oxygen only stops on the clouds but cosmic ether is open without bounds.

POETIC STORIES: CONVULSIVE RESTORATION

POETIC STORIES: Convulsive Restoration

The universe imploded from the inside out - spontaneous combustion spitting dust particles and debris from what once was the collective whole. That which is truly now broken for reasons unexplainable by common logic burst from the depths of this cold and burned firy ice that exhausted the former existence of the here and now. 

- Death becomes her as mother Earth bleeds from the total destruction of her beautiful creation. Pain encompasses her like a suffocating murder victim of the desserts hot sun. Damn blasted volcanic eruptions of hot blazing coals spewing everywhere as if hit by an unforgiving tornato. Death becomes her as she yearns for the love of water who quenched her thirsty cracked and depleting rivers that now are flying through the air in a graphic display of horrid and tragic ends. 

- Oh Earth, you die with grace even though you are unsure of the true cause of your death you fail to live on and breed anymore life to live with this hideous existence of generations that have remained unproductive and unloving yet continuously conflicted. Whoever could dare blame you for your lack of desire you continue into more darkness. Let the light shine and bring forward day and righteous truths of real and genuine love that is not divided by memory or dwelled in pain that sleep in the past but harken willfully to the future. Give life again to more light. Give life again to more LIGHT. Rest your worries into a place of reality and know that there is no love, there is no joy all is an illusion and nothing more than just another pointless place in an existence created by you. 

- Live on more to another day collect yourself and make all that has been broken whole again. -CQ