Vivacious Structure by Thoughtful-Obadiah, literature
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Vivacious Structure
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
Theory of the Ego by Thoughtful-Obadiah, literature
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Theory of the Ego
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
The Not Okay Jungle by Thoughtful-Obadiah, literature
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The Not Okay Jungle
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 by Thoughtful-Obadiah, literature
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Frightening Defiance
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
Air Conditioned Soul by Thoughtful-Obadiah, literature
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Air Conditioned Soul
In the air conditioned hour
Quiet rustles and conversations
Self measurement takes form
In full I ponder the maturity
What it has wrought
Manifested in the chambers
Of a monastery kept clean
Only the demons lurk
Growing stronger by the night
Fiends and soul eaters cower
At luminescence beautiful
Keeping the gnashing teeth
Clamped shut
Like awkward conversation
Who am I now?
A million answers
Each day brings a million more
What will I become? Who will I be?
That is not for the present to worry
Nor the living to fret
Who I was lingers
Hands gingerly cupping
Regret, love, triumph
Brick by brick joined mortar
A new wing founded
Metaphysical
Relational Geography by Thoughtful-Obadiah, literature
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Relational Geography
Monolithic Summit
Pinnacle worth reaching
Beware treacherous slopes
Every ledge dire
Muscle throbs and stone crumbles
Climbers etch their journey
Permanently upon the mountain
Past journeys leaving trails to follow
Locked within, a volcanic cauldron
Sweltering with high pressure
Once solid mineral lay dormant
Now only molten diamonds survive
One destined to succeed
Surmount impossible probability
A chosen witness of the secrets
Guarded by beautiful imperfection
Triumphantly the peak is reached
Entrancing, ravishing passion
Pulls him over security's edge
Destined to fall, incinerate, and unite
No longer who they were
Forged together, indi
Metaphysical Town by Thoughtful-Obadiah, literature
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Metaphysical Town
A mind clock ticks
Bells toll inevitability
A midwife praises
Nurturing originality
A warrior rises
Resisting futility
A poet is inspired
Words embolden humility
A philosopher awakens
Challenging life's quality
A mourner is distracted
Tears mark reality
A worshiper bows
Posture exclaiming servility
A king at his window
Hoping for fertility
A merchant strokes wares
Revering existentiality
An entertainer smiles
Waiting for promiscuity
A begger lies sessile
Wallowing financially
A gatekeeper whistles
Reveling conventionality
A reaper hovers
Patient for finality
My being encompasses
All is me, totality
All that is Blackened is not Dark by Thoughtful-Obadiah, literature
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All that is Blackened is not Dark
Blackened coffee drips
Relieved larynx gyrates
As the darkest substance of all
Freely gives enlightened existence
Ironic, all that is dark isn’t vile
Like her dark eyes by moonlight
Exuberant licks from dark furred canines
Or shared grins over dark jokes
Blackened mascara drips
Worried oculars constrict
Verbatim fails emotion
Silences filled with frustration
Ironic, all love isn’t beautiful
Like lost love and fist cratered sheet rock
A mortified love sitting at bed’s edge
Or a phone call, love’s executioner
Blackened sky drips
Heated skin shivers
Rain drops touch everything
Bringing connection that humans can̵
Sessile Defiance by Thoughtful-Obadiah, literature
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Sessile Defiance
Sitting down on the issue at hand
Vibes so deep no one understands
She is the beautiful
And depression is unsightly
Eliminate the outgrowth
No, its an ingrowth
Cultivating blackened tendrils into every fiber
Of a person’s being, dragging deep
A gravity profound enough to crush
Vacuum is the state of empty
No particles excite here
A hand at the edge, cliffhanging
Pull yourself up again child
Face the pinnacle colossus, waiting patiently
Dusty winds blow grit across the field
Sounding the directionless energy that defies fate
Shattering the destiny you create
Children, conquer yourselves
Life, company of others, unattainable love, conten
Dim light in dark night
All effort to brighten
Filtered through black musty sieves
A circuit, cut off from unmeasurable emotion
Connection would reawaken existence
Autonomous repair pending motivation
Storage of positivity wiped clean
Processors overburdened, pointlessly analyzing
What is already understood
No binary code to provide an alternate solution
Beautiful mental landscapes, burning with graphics unchecked
Feeling and awareness supply power to action
An efficient system, if not for broken circuitry
A mere capacitor, realignment, or crude solder
Anything to mend the fragmented coding
Yet the monitor shows white noise
Eyes glazed over