The Lovely Thinker I am a simple island girl.

I watched an ant walk across my skin

to him

my skin must be a vast impassible realm

curving on itself

ever evolving

I could barely feel his steps

to him perhaps

I am mother earth

I wonder what stories

my flesh has told him

the way we know the earth story

by it’s stone surface

the life of the tree by it’s rings

What does this ant know about me,

Should I crush him?

For a moment I am God…

and he is me …

Today I am going down to my very own garden …..

right now it’s just dirt…

but miracles await ….

everybody should grow their own food…

once in their life

Is there anything more sensual 

than dirty garden hands ….

perhaps

dirty farm hands ;)

and suddenly I didn’t mind that you haven’t called

vanity was happy that

you looked tortured within your own flesh

eyes empty

hair a mess

no effort for anyone anymore

this fright of a sight

across the cafe floor

laid to rest my insecure thought

of what if there is someone else, 

I didn’t care

I felt proud that for once

someone had broke against me

I didn’t say anything

I couldn’t

instead I sat quietly

on the edge

and waited for you to

b-line to the door

the kind part of me

didn’t want to embarrass you

with a hello

but I saw you

and I know you saw me

and I am absolutely fine

for the first time

in a long

long time

I would be lying if I told you that I thought your struggle was important; 

It’s not.

If all life was combined and hopes set on fire

 In the Grand scheme of eternity

I doubt we would be even be the cherry on Gods Cigarette

Our entire history may be a fraction

of a fraction of a fraction to the power of infinity of a moment

If you attained all you ever humanly hoped and dreamed for

You still would be condemned to live all of your life within the straight line of time

And probably will have to live it on this cosmic speck of a rock

Yet it all seems significant because of relativity

The deconstruction of life renders it useless;

like smashing a priceless time piece to see what makes it tick

no individual part is miraculous

but collectively perhaps;

perhaps we are we just a mirror reflection of the mechanical experience of a designer.

The human race is connected

Everything we do defines us as a whole

But taking just what we experience in our individual lives extract our beliefs and our history and disregard them

Now with your mind clear tell me …..

Do you believe we all began the same way?

Do you believe we are all moving towards the same exit?

We fantasize that we feel differently; Live differently; fear differently;

We fantasize that we are destine to do more than Consume; defecate and procreate

If mother earth could speak would she feel more for us than her other children?

If planets were sanctioned life forms how would we actually be classed?

Perhaps as a parasite or an aggressive cancer?

My fundamental belief is

 I DON’T KNOW

 but I am sure we are all wrong and right to some degree that doesn’t matter

The search is important because it’s all we have in this life

We are blinded by our own existence

For we cannot see past our nature

Collectively our intellect is laughable

Perhaps to God we our race is an amoeba  

We may be just a nail

But a nail in a horse shoe

Not important for who we are

But for who will miss us.

But who cares what I think, feel or do?

Who cares about my struggle?

it’s not important is just human nature.

My fundamental religious belief is we collectively give meaning to each other and somewhere someone knows what time it is

just not you or me;

and that is the beauty of being lost together.

poeticallyundead:

It’s going to be a beach wedding
    (just so you know)
and the setting sun
will be the decor
a few close friends
and nothing more
because it’s what comes after
that’s worth waiting for

( snap your fingers, tap your toes)

While waiting in line for

my cup of Joe…..

I have noticed that the insane

love logic

they find meaning in the mundane

they string events together

and when the meaning doesn’t leap out

and announce itself,

they scream.

(before coffee)

I used to count the

broken lines

in the middle of the road

I used to believe if I didn’t walk exactly

in my mother’s footsteps

the ground would collapse

(after coffee)

I stare at the insane

and wonder

what gives me the right

to assume

I know the side of the glass I am on?

I over think on coffee dates,

I spill when I am held too tightly

I burn the roof of most peoples mouths

I don’t care if I die alone

I don’t care if I go insane

I just want to bath

in one cup of coffee

that’s steaming hot

( before coffee)

I count 5 people in front of me

and 3 empty chairs

I feel the last straw

falling

I shift the weight from my right foot

to the left

and think - there should be separate line

for people who don’t want whipped cream

on top

( snap your fingers, tap your toes)

This is crazy.

drawn towards

a burning within us

that is ignited 

beyond our physical;

for some it is

a dark place,

for others

it is showering fire, 

we all burn differently

but we all…

burn.

you want millions

of strangers to chant 

your name

but it is I who

worships

the light

that touches your cheek

then mine

It is I who knows you

and it is I who loves you

why do you want the world?

when you can walk

through reality? 

Why do you want to be a very common special

to those who’ll never touch your flesh

those who’ll never

grab a hand full of your hair?

I will

laugh till

the sorrow runs dry

I raise the knife

and chop

the meat off the bone

and wonder

how much meat will I have to eat

before

you see I am not a vegetarian? 

The next time you come over

talking about the famous 

and the dead

I’ll devourer your flesh and leave

you screaming my name.

Carnivore