Thoughtful-Obadiah

A breath begins with vacuum Emptiness fills with alien atmosphere Breath, lung-equipped, consumes As the breath peaks life energy rushes Every part of existence inflated, swollen with tension A moment containing the essence, filled to the precipice Of bursting, stark contrast to the grave Expulsion and putrid decay, pressure no longer bound A borderless exodus, the costly waste flies freely From the dank wet caves that banish life’s core To live has higher demand for energy than supply Making Mother Nature suffer a heart attack Yet nature has adapted, changed, retooled, to use life’s garbage To rise from the ashes conflagrated by several billion cardiac arrests The breath ends, floating freely in mother nature’s bosom To be rekindled, a doomed cycle, even now Your vacuum has stolen mother nature’s life force Well over a dozen times, out of control, and completely necessary Until all is a blackened no more

Its always a theory, never definite and ever dynamic I continuously speak in fluent controversy Egos, unbreakable backbone walking like an unassailable tower While the soul lies shattered and vulnerable, a trembling coward Ego seeking to display its quality, in absolutes Desperately reaching for obscure knowledge To sit on a throne rent asunder by hubris For nothing is certain, even uncertainty itself To pretend otherwise is utter folly All in the name of protecting weakeness No one realizes the strength of a healing soul The beauty that erupts and capitulates the truly remarkable It is easier for pride and arrogance to take control Fear burning as a coal furnace to the narcissist machine The undoing of the individual and the nation Of ignorance that follows them True intelligence questions itself Never confident in any one sentence Let alone a concept, a construction, a design Perfection is unreachable, should be unthinkable The arts of philosophy and expression Reach for the

It’s veil rips asunder Thickened vegetation Overgrown with thought Revealing an emotional understory Its my story, emotions I’m under It’s okay, not to be okay Sand trapped in sinking complexity Calmness overtakes, and rational vines descend Pondering hands grab tightly A logical ascent pulls me from self made calamity It’s okay, not to be okay Monkeys cackling discussion Moving alongside me in concern In this untamed cerebral jungle Revelations soar from my lips in the canopies Its okay, not to be okay I shout, gnah my teeth, and bring forth monsoon Pain flooding the forest floor with ease Suddenly, my fist raises, and the water sets ablaze Angry melancholy like fiery water Its okay not to be okay Who could survive this landscape? The Jane to my Tarzan My curiosity rocketing me above tree lines A boundless and clear sky, unfazed by humanity All is translucent and crystalline I revealed too late I climbed too high I swung too far And fought too hard In the end it was

Frightening Defiance Has it ever been observed When an individual so enthralled That their mentalscape Rips all attention and focus asunder By the individual self The moment when intellectual chatter Blots out translucent perception The twilight state of reality and actuality Where the surrounding room bleeds out and distorts Abstract mind blending thoughts Creating a canvas so perplexing That the individual forgets what it looked like When it inevitably awakes A mind dominated by memory Depression wrapping it all in thorns A thicket too dense to clearly recall Simple details, but concepts remain clairvoyant Defy the trauma, evacuate the toxicity Egotistical pollution of others Casting a blackened smog upon the perception Become a menace for yourself against the world Rise upright, posture with uncompromising rigidity Against the smoke and mirrors of feigned innocence Refuse charismatic dialogue, a spider spinning elaborate Hiding the plot, a final entrapping that ends with