cedar remnant
I'm not sure if this counts as poetry or prose.
Im not sure what else to do with it besides share it with people?
I kind of want to go further with it but I don't have a strong grasp on the concepts I want to tackle yet.
"Gravity.
What would we do without gravity?
Without gravity. Faith can't be found.
With zero faith, credit goes down.
No credit means no consent.
If you lack consent, no justice is lent.
Losing justice builds alot of stress.
Stress builds strength. Progress.
With strength, resonance is made.
Desire is yielded in a cascade.
From here, purpose reveals its focus and face.
The fog is cleared. Gravity is restored to its rightful place.
It never bends. Yet we do.
It never ends. Yet we grew.
Just so we can go on living.
Just so that we can keep on giving.
Collectively combining creating a cycle.
Arrestingly paralyzing. Spins a spiral.
A hypnotic frequency of haves and have nots.
Spawning a library of data and rot.
Always striving. Constantly conspiring.
To check out costs energy.
To check in is to lose synergy.
It matters not how you lend.
As long as you gather fast.
Like the wind.
Blinded by these fines.
You are placed in the bind of time.
Scrambling for answers.
A signal.
A sign.
Please forgive me.
But I lack the faith.
I don't mean to whine.
I dont want to wait.
Credit is vain.
Edit my value?
I'd rather obstain.
There's too much at stake to live less.
Sooner or later, I'll be just like the rest.
One day I'll be free;
To endure the pain of being vain.
To have the courage to be lame.
No more fears of being shallow.
No more tears at seeing my shadow.
Only my fire.
I'm so tired of being called a liar.
My Mind is restless. Soul is bewildered. Heart is arrested. Dreams are re-filtered.
Release is denied: there is no rest then.
Always stressed, always scorn.
Always dark. always worn.