The Black Pearl

Life is amazing

But there seems

Horrific aliens behind

The powers that be

With Hollywood producers

Casting magic spells

From their favorite tree

Complicating life

They make sure

The call of death is strong

Making life out to be the enemy

While preparing us for invasion

I guess it depends

On relative perspective

And one’s own level

Of personal consciousness

Its all in the content

Some days I’m content

Other days I’ve fallen

Into lower conscious frames

And lose sight of heaven

Distractions built strong

Lure us with our bestial drives

Though it’s been a bit

Since we connected

Life times for me

Yet it’s still the same

Momentary continuity loops

It’s amazing

Any one thinks they are sane

But I have to tell you

I’ve gotten very good

Convincing people I may be

People fear what they don’t understand

And consider crazy

What they can not conceive

Of probability maticies

It’s nice to meet here for a while

Sometimes, i think

I’m failing the test though.

Too much heat

And friction in the vessel,

Or I assume the pain

Would be no more than illusion.

However, the pain is all the direction we have

When the light is dim

And the attic is full of worthless shit

But that’s the love we have

For our attachments

Good to talk to you.

Missed your face, you singing,

What ever that means,

Gravitates like a positive to ground,

Which is which

How can we prove,

Obscured by pursuit,

Ruining the possibility

Perfection supposed,

An idea encroached

Upon by compartmentalization.

The drag of linguistic communication,

Yet for the record,

Continuity loops

And our thoughts confuse

The moment, for dimensions separate,

Yet present, imploding and exploding gyres,

And gyroscopes collide images of the mind

Mirrored by the lack of reply,

And the cold metallic void,

Sighs, deep in the night.

The light shines

And those we are attached glow

With the love we know

Suffering together

The contrast and tension

Of being no more

Than a thoughts reflection

Cast upon the shores of tomorrow

As yesterday decays at the mercy of galactic rays

Tossed upon the shore again

To face all that escapes

Our consciousness

To bring to light

That which resides

Deep inside the black pearl

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