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My poetry, or poetry I like

Be there a pathway which were greater than I could ever achieve,
then let that be allowed to culmination without interference from my being…

But whatever which pathway that could ever be capably conceived,
that could ever stand a chance of emanating from the existence of my being,
shall henceforth and forthwith be dedicated to the unification of all the possibilities.

What am I? A curve along the line, the spinning revolution of a geodesic dome that infinitely scatters into the sky…
A burst of color that comes from none, a symmetry at once created while at the same time undone by the opposites creating a third dimension out of two, and six out of three..permeating beyond normal calculating capabilities due to the exponential increase of the fields reverberating into being.

I am a pool of crystalline glass soaking in the sunshine,
a puddle of sublimely shifting waves imperceptibly altering the line..
I am the infinite expanse which bursts forth from the center of my being,
a blazing fire of pure intensity.

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I lie amidst a clamorous web of illusions.
Destruction darts into my heart, though I try to defy the delusions.
From within did this begin.. or, am I a host to someone else’s confusion?

I retreat deep inside of me to escape from the delusions.
Yet words I would not ever think within me I perceive, adding further to my confusion.
What I’d believed to be choices made by me seem apparently guided to be by masterful illusions.

A light is shone from deep in my soul which is without any confusion.
When flicked it’s lit and blasts straight past any sort of devious illusion.
Though it lights the road at night my meager mind is still subject to succumb to delusions.

As I lie amidst yet another attack against my mind by the powerful illusions.
I close my eyes and focus right attempting to not play the fool and submit no longer to the confusion.
Yet the question remains, “if not from me then where do these pains come from” which only hastens my return to the delusions.

Confusion illusions and delusions, common irrationalities. Clear perception of reality eludes the most intelligent among we. For though it’s simple enough it would seem, the world and our perceptions are quite complicated things. In the mouth of madness brings a transcendental lucidity. For in inherent complexity sanity is seen as vexing. Thus the truth spawns untruth, and falsehood brings about the true.