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A Seeker

If you’re reading this it means I might be dead, 

Was I out or laying in my bed, 

Life flashing in front of my eyes, 

All the things unsaid, 

Did I die of natural causes, 

Or killed by a fed, 

Soul is leaving my body, 

A glooming dread, 

Taking my time, 

To think about my crime, 

The past caught up to me, 

So I am looking ahead, 

All the mysteries revealed, 

I surrender and yield, 

Should I be feeling regret instead, 

But there is no remorse in me, 

Broken shackles, now I am free, 

To be, to see, to flee, 

To blink, to think, of thee, 

Marvel at her sight, 

So ravishing, her majesty, 

These songs I sing, 

Often of love, 

Sometimes of theory of string, 

This universe in the multiverse, 

Mind singing, captured in verse, 

The dimensions are thirteen, 

The ever learning observer so keen, 

The possibilities are infinite, 

Expanding every second in every minute, 

Surrounded by darkness of space, 

Don’t be shy, do not hide your face, 

But there is also light, 

Nebulas and Quasars and Polaris in sight, 

Spinning at a magical pace,

The mega clusters of galaxies in a race, 

Sucked into black holes, and spit out of white holes, 

Meeting some aliens and asked them their life goals,

No languages needed,

Threats from extra terrestrial unheeded,

Communicating through our minds,

When one seeks something, he always finds,

So I am an observer, a seeker,

A wanderer, a secret keeper,

A dying man, on pale blue dot,

Or a memory, in someone’s thought. 

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My Story

You may think you do, but you dont,
Know me, who I am and who I’m not,

Person you know is but an illusion,
Dont pretend to escape this dillusion,

This is my creation, my design,
An enigma you cannot define,

But don’t you dare think that I am lost and living a lie,
You will never understand me no matter how hard you try,

But this is how it’s supposed to be,
Trust me you do not want to know me,

You won’t be able to handle this reality,
I am eminence and this my cult of personality,

I am just not your typical good guy,
There is more to me then getting high,

But I don’t care to  explain myself to you,
Your perception of me is not true,

You are free to believe what you want,
Happy sometimes,  life is sometimes gaunt,

I stand in front of you in living colors,
Honest to the core, clearing blurs,

It’s not your place to judge me,
You do not know anything about me,

You do not know what I have been through,
You dont really want to know the truth, do you?

There was once a happy guy,
a nice guy, hence not a crappy guy,
who fell in love with a beautiful girl,
a dutyful girl, her hair in curl,
Her smile made him smile,
Her unique style, eyes deeper then nile,
They kissed eachother, missed eachother, 
Day and night, gay and bright,
In eachothers sight, their lives changed,
Feelings of love, blessings from above, 
They planned their future life,
As husband and wife,
The summer of joy,
They became the reason of life,
In season of joy,
A younger girl, an older boy,
Deeper then deepest oceans, taller then the tallest mountain,
The immortal love reigns,  
Spreading joy and no pain, 
They went to mountains tall and wide, 
No one to see them, no rules to abide, 
With god of love on their side,
They accepted their fate,  
Became eachothers mate,
They married eachother,
Through thick and thin, carried eachother,
He built a small house for her, a spouse to her
He wrote about her, thought about her, 
She inspired him, desired him, 
Admired him, they grew together,
But then changed the weather,
The winds of winter came,
Extinguished their flame,
Killed passion, 
Killed compassion,
Killed their desire,
To hold on, killed the fire,

She betrayed him with no mercy,
Wounded him for world to see,

His trust broke, a hurt bloke,
From the dream he woke,

Into reality and it’s brutality,
The fairy tale came to its finality,

His dreams shattered, his heart battered,
He was fool to think he mattered,

A cursed soul wandering about,
Drenched in so much pain and doubt,

He slept around and started drinking,
Did terrible things without thinking,

His life began spiraling down,
In hurtsville and disaster town,

Then something happened, he took control,
Right back from the edge,  he began to roll,

The experience forever changed him,
Absent love, a reaping grim,

A spec of former self, a shade,
Refusing to give up and fade.

So now you know my story,
Reality of life with no glory.

Life

Life is a mystery and I am curious,  an observer.  Looking around,  up and down,  every face tells a different story,  a unique story,  from their perspective. We are all unique,  special in our own way. I think sometimes,  trying to imagine life from others point of view. In this invite sea of multiverses,  it may seem that one being is meaningless, it has no importance. I don’t agree with that approach,  while I do believe in the infinity of multiverses, the ever expanding nature, I believe a conscious being is far more special then the amount of stars in the multiverses. A thinking mind, a creative mind is a gift.
Life is precious,  each and every type of life. From the microscopic to macroscopic level. Often people only feel for what they can see,  what they can observe.  Vegans rant about the slaughter of animals,  but what about plant life? Recent studies show that plants feel pain too. Or what about microscopic bacteria,  are they not life?
Life is strange, how it came to be,  no one is really sure.  Was is created by an omnipotent God? Or it just came into existence on its on. What conditions are necessary to transform a non living thing into living? The mind can’t even comprehend the different trillions of different living species which inhabit this blue planet. Such variety, such variations,  such diversity and yet 95% of all life that ever existed is extinct right now.
Life is a gift, ask the non living, or ones which seize to live. We call them dead. But they aren’t really gone, all the elements in their bodies are still there,  their bodies transform,  yes,  they change, yes,  but is it just a physiobiological change? Or do they lose something else too? Some people call it soul. The essence of being and awareness..
Life is unique, or is it? Is it common in the multiverses? Or are we the only lucky ones? Will someone ever come visit us from  beyond our galaxy? Our universe? I am in the middle for that question. I hope it happens but I highly doubt it. But instead of waiting for extra terrestrial life,  we should focus on making life on earth better, to erase hunger, to provide better life for human beings and animals and birds and fishes and mammals and all other types of life which bless our planet and make it special, the only known planet to have LIFE!