Bubonic Matrix

What is it?….

What is the secret of the universe?..

Well maybe not that,

One has already conquered that forever question,

Defining the limitations of our universe.

But what is it?…..

Big words, and small ones that need more,

But what is it?…

My contribution to this world….

Will my mind be taken away by the beauty of women,

Or will I lie only in a tome of riches alone.

Maybe both,

But that’s play,…..

Is our life a single musician on a stage?….

Playing his heart out,

But as the music shouts

His heart out…

Nothing,……..

Nothing,…

Signifying nothing.

What will be my contributions?…

Will it be for my poetry to be read for eternity after my death,

will it be my music,……

Or my games

Played in controversy,

Congrats if your still reading……

Trying to find something to gain,

From these words,

My words,

Take it in,

Then forget, about the poetry,

The music,

The art,

The spoken words,

My words,

Forever,

You see

Lets digress from me…

Lets think about this world freely,

You and I,

As I throw in allusions as expected because like the world of,

Science, music, war, politics, opinions, language, and religions,

Literature is a cycle.

What is it?…

This cycle, this purpose, this earthyness

This…

That makes us wonder in negativity and in the positive.

You yawn.

Mr. Optimist and Mrs. Pessimist

What can on the lowest of the low make one feel…

To be or not to be?

Makes me ponder endlessly, lost because there are no answers…

Lets move from me….

Reality is…

Particles…..

A 2D image flipped upside down and interrupted by the brain for what you see.

Only the wise intelligent simple minded ignorant intrigued fool makes it this far,

Congrats,

Your perception is reality…

Told to me by my grand pappy,

And told to him by who knows….

A wise man, observation, the others, his father,…

A cereal box,

But makes since..?

This cycle, like numbers to infinity.

But how can you add a number to infinity if that number already exist…

Infinity plus one… Which doesn’t make sense,

An endless idea,……

And hence.

My forever ponderings….

Ill digress,

Lets move from me.

What is it?…

How can a simple female make me forget about life?

Well of course she is not simple but complex,

Small words,… if any words at all,

Well of course she is not simple since eve was made from and for adam…

That’s one way they say,….

They say,….

They say..

Forgive me father…

But maybe eve was made for just that…..

Make sense of it…

To end this forever curse of logic, reasoning, emotions, understanding, adapting, and creativity.

Now lets move from the young adult mind.

We are blinded by our dimension…

Your perception is reality…

Does the old man on his death bed finally understand that his life is a spec, or divine?

Does all this make since?… Is it suppose to?…

Of course this is simply merely a question, statement, and occasional free verse from an eighteen year old about life.

So for confusion and more literary allusions, and as you read my bad free grammar,

I congrats you for reading this far….

Upset because this does not make sense, or does it make too much sense,

Hence,….

We waltz,  and tip….

To happier times

One must find the heart, truly divine,

Mind, body, and soul keep that in mind.

We call it soul…

You may call it inner peace,

And a smooth melody,

It’s beautiful,

Beautiful,

Your beautiful,

Judy….

Let me

Love you,

Just let go.

More, more and more,

GET UP,

……..

GET UP,

Print this out portable in hand,….

I

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Walk around your house!

Walk  outside!!

Greet the dog!!!

Listen to smooth music!!!!

Talk to people!!!!!

Look at invention!!!!!!

Find your creator.

Now lets move, take another walk,

You and I,

Out in the deserted streets,

Alone.

Nobody in sight,

No creativity, given from me,

No invention,

No light as far as the eye can see,

Commanded from me,

Which means,

No life or nature,

But here’s a gift… from me,

A chair…

Wooden like a stool,

A chair from me…

Now sit…

Sit for eternity,

In this room.

Congrats it all leads to this…

Have you found inner peace…

NO,

Because he is not there,

For eternity, you sit,

You sit in purgatory,

Well relax, there is three x three more rooms to see.

The general population is leading us into a place that I don’t want to be.

Just an idea of damnation.

Now lets walk…

What is it?

This is about to end,

Will we walk forever in a golden ocean?

Will we sit forever in painful emotions and darkness trying to make sense of what is not sense saying two plus two equals four

IDEAS that do not exist?

Or will we close our eyes?….

Gone, never to exist again and then

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