There goes poeticess Page 3

  security, they yell, focus on this, don't space out, since i was a man

  disguised as a boy i knew that these distractions were just waves of

  control, a part of another one, that there is so much more out there

  inside, i hear you soul cadet, do you hear my nothings of pasts and

  futures?  so focused on lifeless ideas and views of comfort and

  happiness,  in the beyond void, watching a endless oblivious spiral of

  blinding seclusions in one, as it all hides away behind biased

  contrcuts, content awareness, a wall hole of infinite rebirth and

  freedom, just when you get to the end, another one takes it place, a

  static space of dead setness,  get lost and found in your voids of

  worlds and dreams, we find and create in our unexpected moments,

  seemingly not trying to, find and reflect your all accidentally,

  create and free the distraction of self attraction, hearted beyond,

  when you leave your heart open for anything, your true core opens up

  for you, discover without intentionally discovering, in my search from

  what i thought i needed , i found something that i could never

  imagine, the true beyond i was alwyas looking for unknowninly known, the

  real free core of infinite release and change went through me, create

  and dream your soul unexpectedly, how can you grow when you already

  know, our strings meet in seeing and being this universal soul voids

  of carousel tunnel dawns and dusks, the stringed wishes reached

  another in the wish as they all reflected beyond.

  Before shesoar: A rising essence wave of a end, a living apocalyptical

  memory, she sees a blinking dark light, echoing melodies of a future,

  floating away from what makes us alive, our true heart, from tyrants

  rants of fear and written perfection, constant paradoxes of

  relationships,  judgers of self beyond, pretentious hypocrites judging

  what they hate in themselves, seeing past through a kaleidoscope,

  reflecting dreams around it,  before all this, i was free, we were

  born,  you can’t judge what isn’t judgable, what is free and self,

  before shesoar, walking bones of dreams and past skin, soaring before

  the before, beyond, the core of free lore, did it ever happen? it did

  in not happening, don’t let these seemingly separations say goodbye to

  you, these moments are not all that is you, you'll always meet the

  surface in time, in our sorrowful dream of a past beyond that never

  was, we know, we are alive,  still living a different shade of a life,

  in our chanced life and shocking ends bores our true core and heart,

  we can’t escape this death, these equations that show your free fate,

  as you are more than these righteous privileges,  yet in that you

  already escaped, the celestial seed falls back to her lunar garden of

  reflection, seeing what was before feeling what is after that never

  happened, the life in life is seeing and feeling beauty and birth in

  death, a past  and future that never was.

  Curiosity, closedosity: Why do we die in curious moments of self and

  heart discovery? deceptively in a state of false created curiosity,

  like a mouse provoking me with its blinding light of life and

  security, and  i am the cat, mindlessly eating temporary bouts of so

  called love, in any form and way, never wondering from inside, seeing

  never separating your eyes from your corrupted mind, heart and fake

  heart, sun and moon,  afriad to question and find self truth and all,

  in it, you and me hold so much wonder inside, we'll get it out soon,

  it's how you be, not being itself, we are truly alive and awake, its

  curiosity, closeiosity, our biggest deathosity,  a curious lunar cat

  of intellectual oddity, reflecting fearful soul rays of freedom and

  innocent peace, swinging from and into celestial  strings of dreams and

  pasts,  curiosity may have killed the cat but no curiosity never

  allowed it to be born,  let the fear become your all, sendlessly send

  the surrendering end, I’m curious for you, are you curious for me? lets

  be curiously complete, our strings of worlds and all come as one

  through the spaces, reflecting beyond into another deadly awakening

  forever, our true life we’ve always known.

  Old strings: I’m a essence soul kid going to and from string worlds,

  controlling without its free beyond, a puppet of self and freedom, i

  am the divider, creating moments and dreams through the crack branches

  of sea, the strings of strings, reflecting ocean lines as far as the

  walls we build ourselves, do you remember that wish we made to another

  under the dawning cloudy drapes? through a falling leaf, we planted

  our eternal moment down under,  Even when we aren't pushing another

  away, we separate,  it isn't hate, just a ending fate we call hate, if

  we never ended this part then we could never see or feel another, its

  the force of we secretly did for our own good, our true beauty,

  without it, we could never go on with another, the oncoming end is

  flowing through the nightmare winds,  it separation of the fate,

  moment, im a core surging life through these old strings, back to

  those memories and dream, into enhancmetless enhancement of false self

  and free reflection, a validation of the highest nothing, fed with

  illusive bouts of life by the ones in the throneless throne, all alone

  in a impulsive reality of lifeless fear, just a little more sense, it’s

  all there beyond, in self knowing,  a old soul reborn now,  some fires

  will always burn in smokey memorial dreams, some eternal rebirthing

  connections, memorial times, i will always go on in every way, some

  forever’s will always never die, once you start it can't end but it can

  if you say it, you start when you say, feel, reflect, how do you put a

  value on another? on a self life and birth, a weightless free beyond

  can never cost a thing, just a illusive consequence to remember what

  is really there, only through cracks and scars can you be free, can

  you touch another, as the celestial meteor returned to our spot near

  the nightly edge, the flower phoenix bloomed into the lunar cloud,

  revealing our memory into a star screen in between them.