More than Words !

them beautiful struggles are like quadruple doses of brilliant illusions riding faithfully to the notorious feels of being in the enterprise of lucid poetry mystical yearnings of a unit experience embracing words like a lover convinced that-- this hoax would simplify things, amused by its collectivity to define that'ness just a blissed-out state, just this moment that is why poetry is an adrenaline rush a mental molestation of your fancies, your fears your insecurities and your imaginations poetry is a close encounter with the naked person a girl, or a boy, that doesn't even matter poetry is the highest compliment, the dreadful lie poetry is reality characterized as an imbalance of abandonment poetry smells like rotting flesh, a new born baby or like Kathmandu when it rains compassionate, yet fearsome finding solace between lovers in bed or cactus in a desert impending darkness exploding lightness just the eyes of compassion just this awareness poetry is a naked person

an apocryphal story of a conversation between I's the myriad of forms is divided into two: atoms and the void, each separate, together one the dualism is the medium of communication art and science, heaven and hell, black and white the dualism is a bridge of connection a circuit through which information is penetrated into reality; that in its own rights is the most Greek view of life, Democritus once said that- "By convention hot, by convention cold, but in reality atoms and void, and also in reality we know nothing, since the truth is at bottom" because in 'ether' man is just a vibration, a being in the swift currents of life, not a human doing, but a human being thus thinking is an art of being, but as we row our boat in the rivers of time, we tend to forget that science and spirituality is an artistic one crisscrossing and ricocheting within their own walls, they were meant to dance in dualism but we are cursed to eternity, hence we fight for one, when in r