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Pssst, Can you hear me? Do you recognise my voice? I am your father. But I am not your creator. Destiny is. Fate was. Every moment, every action that needs to happen, have. Just so you can exist. Even in there. So you can live. Thrive. So you can be. So you can love, And feel this magical feeling. That even though we have yet to meet, I love you! I love you with all my heart and soul. I will give my life for you. My everything, unconditionally.

We do not see with our eyes, We see with the capacity of our being, An image is but a form, a guise, Where our true nature is revealed upon seeing. Use the mirror to look at your flaws, Use a person to look at your reflection.

Insecure yet chasing for material independance, Hiding envy from her sisters that had their stroke of luck, Sometimes they hear true regret losing her reverence, Of her life, often with sounds of wind and saliva as they struck. Like the weather, her finances were tolerably inconsistent, They went through days without electricity or water, They could not help but feel a pinch of anger toward their parent, Of an unfulfilled responsibility for her son and daughters, Yet her love undeniable and pure as age extends, Actions and words were affections camouflaged, Because of them, her life and dreams were bent, Such an arduous path she has trudged.

Palms sweaty not knowing what to expect, As I met a stranger from another land, Welcome him willingly not knowing how to react, A costly introduction by a childhood friend, From a tasteless first impression, I let out a sigh, But it starts to hit me as the minutes tick by, He grows on you as the moments passed high, Start seeing yourself in him, what a solid little guy! An anxious calm begins to flood within, As I sat immersing myself with new sight, The deeper I dwelled, comforts blooming with him, To the point my existence feels exactly right. A whole day spent in the awe of company, Such lucidity in every of our conversations, Everything changed and kept as I fell in reverie, Experiencing life fully in augmentation, As the day end and goodbyes shaking away, I felt new hope, a beginning of something great, Tuning out thankful, his voice fading into play, Never going back from this resurrecting state.

A universal school exists, Beyond thoughts and emotions, With teachers that push and persist, Of knowledge more vast than the oceans, Yet there are no graphs or experiments, No homework or exams, No curriculum to implement, No coach or a guiding hand, Like how the Earth revolves around the Sun, So does the Universe, around an Individual, Let the forces of gravity become undone, To restore all hopes to its pinnacle. Everyone has a story, complicated yet full, No matter the glory, hardship that pushes or pulls, Reality has only one task, to grow and evolve, Through the questions we ask, let it sow to resolve. A fork in the path that leads us to a choice, To persevere or stay rooted to our knees, No matter what, have faith and rejoice, For it's never the destination but the journey.

Longing in an action to be rash, Ornate in its regulations of our persona, Violating every rule to release and rest, Ever chasing, intertwined in fate.

Is this tangible as depicted by my senses? Never knowing if I am here or there in my alibi, Foreseeing a multitude of paths that lie in unison, Intuitively choosing as choices disappear in the drag, Nesting in my being, will I bid a fond adieu? If I am forced to say goodbye, will it even be mutual? Take it away! This fondness of dystopia, Existing in an infinite potential of a Singular.

These mere words and rhymes, More than just perception or ideas, A fragment of emotions, sampled and design, To show depths in any experience we hold dear, These scratches, lines and dots composed, Patterns of the secret this Universe holds, Their meaning impalpable within its host, It is only natural for each experience to be told. To share and educate, a stage to open minds and hearts, To declare and validate, stories that are close but far apart, To prepare and relate, meaning that shows an end to a start, And beware to negate, complexity within reality's rut, A diversion I chose, to create and discover, As these sentences are the path into self, Exploring the patterns within and in others, Glimpse into a unity of such immaterial wealth.

It scares me at times as I long for the comfort of stability. I long for an equilibrium of certainty. I long for the expected unknown of which you can never give me. What of forever? Will we be intertwined as something beyond what our eyes can see? What our skin can feel and what our tongue can taste? But somehow, this emotions within us, conceal every fear and loathing. It is somehow you and somehow me. Somewhat meant to be or is it just this moment in reality? What of the outcome? Will my love for you ever change? Even through the blood and sweat, will it always be the same? Through the risk that my mind may get shrouded and unclear, possible as history has shown. Straying towards the comfortability of this persistent material world. Its often hard to look beyond something that has been labelled. To realise that there is no perfect way to be in love. What we have been taught and what society has condoned are only of the superficial. The top layer of dust that blinds m...

We grew from tender to stone, Always thinking that strength is key, Sizeable muscles are what society has condoned, What makes a man is the physicality THEY see. Yet even the brawny crack and sway, The affluent, pinched and tear, The polished, wither and fray, Even the bravest halts in fear, While the question still stands, Forget comments and opinions, no matter how insistent, Because no matter what you think makes a man, It is only he, that can give you the reason of his existence.

I am not afraid of death. Inevitable, it will come without notice. There is only one thing that I am afraid of. A problem that cannot be solved or deterred. Something that cannot be forgotten with any drug or conversations. It lies deep within my heart and only at the back of my mind. For if this time will come, I will be in frenzy of thoughts that will race faster than light. Louder than any explosion and a hurt that will eventually last a lifetime. I am afraid that I will not be able to sense you ever again. To hold you in my arms and smell the natural scent of your being. To see the smile that weakens me, yet pushing me through any obstacles. Your eyes that etched deep within the essence of my thoughts. Your heart beat that soothe my ears in a rhythmic movements of your love. I am not afraid of anything else... My only fear is to live life with your absence. 

There was a dancer in an old hall, Who came everyday without fail, She elegantly sway in the silence of it all, Her dress ever flowing like a ship in sail, A deep yearning exuberate from each step, Such loneliness expressed in her spin, At times, tears dripped after each fouette, Leaving marks on floors dusted with rosin, On a particular evening, a man came unknowingly, Entered her domain, strangely exploring, Excited, the dancer rush, sliding across the floor gracefully, But onces she caught his gaze, his expression, appalling, One, two step forward, The man power slid across the floor, His face turns blue as his knees rest awkward, Bursting out through the main door, A realisation came as the dancer stood by, Watching as the man ran in the rain, At that moment, she understood why, Forever dancing away her endless pain.

Oddly intertwined in a duality of the Singular, for one cannot exist without the other.

Within us, there is a lost device, An ancient form of thinking, An invisible heirloom passed down to entice, For comprehension of our being. Vastly unknown to the populace, Widely used by the intellect and the aware, Insistent and tenacious, A device, attainable but rare. Should it appear, soak in it, Revel in the mystery and wonder, Seek and you shall find the darkness lit, An emergence. A spark to ponder. Repetition is the key, Of unlocking the unknown, For synchronicities, you will see, And former beliefs will be thrown, An unspecified form, a potential, Contouring into the imagination, Truth will come, timing an essential, Acknowledgement lies in discussion, With contributions and collaborations, Diverging and aberrant, Sparking singularity in cooperation,  A device for recognising the significant.

There was once in a time and space, Where regrets of the past filled my being, Of what was lost while wrong choices I chased, A memory held in time, where eyes were gleaming, As time sped by and space endured, The haze cleared and clarity conquered. Those regrets that once had me poured, Now, content shaped while peace is sorted. Regret is a yearning of something that could have been, Shaped by the Now and haunted by the Future's desperation. For the Past remains passed, the Future unseen, It is a calling for a change in perception. Every action has a consequence, A mere whisper affects the Whole, Let the Past rest in review and celebrate Now in exuberance, For Life changes when you advance, kind and bold.

A formless truth, That leaves us hopeless yet moves mountains, An invisible fuel, Burning brighter than any star in the heavens. A senseless view, Igniting every senses of our being, Ancient yet new, Unteachable but understood in feeling. There is no more or less, It is only constant, No maybes or second guesses, Perpetual in its motion. There is no gold nor silver, Immaterial is its essence, No doubt, no fear, Immortally transcendence.

Do I stand amongst the trees, With roots deepened in time, Shall I sway in the breeze? And branch out my arms, intertwined? For if every leaf served its purpose, Hidden within the miniscule, Flourishing or drying, an opus, Reverberating across the faint and the full. I am made up of worlds upon worlds, An infinity within this nothingness, A spatial distance, we twist and twirl, But my heart creates, flawless in fullness, A thought manufactured through origins of past, A sense of knowing all but truths, For what makes something real and last, Is the very emotions we fuel. The symbols to believe do not matter, And yet the complexity simplified through being, That flood, overwhelming from within, the only factor, Their truths are the only realness worth feeling. Drown in the pain and struggle, Fly with the joy and bliss, Like a river, there is a source, so subtle, A connection to the divine exist.

The Breeze whispers, Caressing gently into my ears, Sharing secrets and gossips, An oracle, a seer. It tingles my spine, Telling me of a joyous dream, As the Sun set from behind, Bridging seasons, from fall to spring. Where flowers bloom, Green leaves sway in display, Before the withering tune, Start browning and decay, The Breeze feels it all, Seasons that change, As the leaves starts to fall, In dryness or in rain. A travelling wisdom, Across oceans, through caves, Touching each of us in freedom, Invisible roads it paves. The breath of our home, Enjoy in its dance, Don't let the moment pass on, It may be your only chance.

A tale of riddling truths and theories of lies, Humbled by the whispers and cries, For an epic tragedy holds the key, Of lessons and wisdoms through eternity, This empty, barren cave tells a story, Of Life, Love and Light. A place so magical and lovely, Where a Phoenix once resides. A festive warmth once filled these halls, With cries and roars of triumph, What was then a blissful thrall, Now a desolate and haunting asylum, In this gloaming abyss lays a grave, Remains of what was once a majestic being, Hidden, only a spark remain ablaze, Through blackened rocks, no lights fleeing, A bold explorer, stumbles and crash, So brisk and determined, unearthing this cave, As light enters and beamed, illuminating rocks and buoyant ash,  Light attracted to light, the spark, unveiled and saved. Despite the darkness and lost, An immortal spark stays true, All we need is the courage and cause, For the Phoenix to emerge anew.

Pain or peace, postulate and prosper, Acknowledge and assist, apprehend altogether, Notice in neglect, navigate nevertheless, Divide or defect, daunted by distress, Evaluate the envisioned, escaping exacerbation, Manic in manipulation, meticulous magnification, Objective opinions, oppressed and obstinate, Negative notions, neutralize and negate, Impossible ideas, illumination inevitable, Understanding ubiquitous, unity universal, Mitigate modification, material mausoleum. Pandemonium? Pandemonium. Pandemonium! Pandemonium!!!

There exist a place of such magnificence, Where treasure holds true and knowledge holds you, An endless map lays in evidence, A puzzle to be construed, discovery is due. Such amazement detoured from fascination of being, Lost by a cause much selfish than is known, An illusion blankets every sight of feeling, A life of false freedom and conformity. We are owned. To discover these riches of what lies before, Vacant ourselves from all inculcation encountered, Remove the credence of what have been stored, Leaving nothing else to be accounted. Reform thyself from the programs of thought, Then all that is left is nothingness reaching, For all the wars that each of us has fought, Withered away in peace from the resolve we are seeking. Refute such solutions of these imposters and half truths, The shackles that encapsulate our every move, Only with this denial, a new hope will manifest, Re-building our home together as equals and nothing less. Yet we are accepting the ...

Tears within a cage all alone, In a space too confined to roam, My companions are these four walls, Yet, they know nothing of me at all. Heed my cries as I lose myself, Unwillingly welcoming the unnatural toll, Yearning for freedom, bellowing for my health, Disappearing senses. Life in an abiotic hole. Look into my eyes, tell me what you see, Smiling, laughing, poking, Oblivious! For your entertainment, you have lost the essence of what I am meant to be, May others be free from a life so insidious. My home, my prison, my grave... - A lion, no more.

I fell into a state of perpetual dismay, Living through these trials and tribulations, Watching destruction, suffering and deaths in display, While others forging hatred in their very visions. What can one person do to change this place? To have peace and love conquer our hearts? For if a single person can create such pain in disgrace, Might another be able to create a change that can last? What can I do? What can I say? How can I make a difference to the indifferent? Should I just leave it be, or rooted to stay? Should I just ignore or stand up to this belligerence? A thought appears from the blankness of the trance, Growth, evolution of physicality manifest. What of thought and being, does it expand and advance? Can we evolve from our beliefs and open ourselves to this test? Understand the hatred but never let it devour, Understand the anger and let it not consume, I shall start small in kindness and let go the need...

Hidden beneath the hoard, These instruments stowed and forgotten, Keys to the reminiscence and rewards, Too precious to ever be abandoned, Each unlocks a distinct Portal, Echoes, frozen in time, Discover a glimpse of the immortal, Through such a temporal design, Seeking... A parchment found with magical effusion. Repeated in breath, propelling me above, Reliving... Revealing comprehension, relieving disillusion, A remembrance of moments in love.