I have disconnected my connection
to cope with this depression.
I have abandoned my possessions
as payments for learning lessons.
I have descended from kings, yet bleed
the common blood of simple peasants.
Our lives are all reflections of the courage of descendants.
Black fire is dancing across the horizon.
Reminding us of nightmares, dreams,
and the power of sour advertisements.
Momentary silence. Military sirens.
The danger of compliance is that
humans default to violence.
Rare, is having the ability
to speak in a wave of silence.
Rare, is having what it takes
to revolutionize defiance.
Living, is a rarity the
universe underestimated.
Being human, is a term
synonymous to unappreciated.
Being human also proves that
everyone is self-opinionated.
The magic of complexity is a rarity
that so majestically, alternates successfully
the makeup of our identity.
Uniqueness is the key to unlocking
each of our anomalies, while weakness
is the tool we use to sharpen all of our qualities.
Humans are the mysteries, rarest to our histories.
We are the heartbeat of our universe,
beating in synchronicity.
Comments (1)
Beautifully and skillfully done. Subscribed and hearted.