The Entity of Me

Thoughtfully existing

In-between-

Seeing everything

You've never seen.

 

I speak to voices,

You've never heard.

I will never hear,

Your thoughtless word.

 

Life makes us believe

In a conglomoration of existence.

Life gives itself helplessly

To the resiliance within us.

It helps us to've seen-

All that we've helplessly been.

 

Life doesn't wait

For a tragic finish.

It will only show:

The love within us.

 

Give me finds,

Show faith in kinds,

The kind of faith

That's eating...bleeding...

Through souless minds.

The kind that devours

From inside.

 

Don't believe me?

Read me...

Can't sustain me?

Breathe me!

 

Life retains:

The most retarded.

Love should know:

It has been most watered.

 

Only priceless life

Shows worth this.

Please resist

The utter softness.

 

Only so much

Can come through.

So give me your shock,

I will be your rock.

For you are uninvisioned to see:

Everything unwished to be.

 

Life is too short,

To flail and cohort

Through a simple life,

Of being a w***e.

 

Amongst thick and thin,

We find life within.

The strength to understand

This stretch of land.

I am holding a beach of sand

In my trembling hand.

 

Waiting for a life of change.

My spirit flows,

When there is love in range.

 

Your life receives

The undenying.

Please don't deny

Your life is unwinding.

 

Just believe:

Your whole experience

Has no belief.

Between truth,

Between fact,

There is no relief.

 

Just as well...

You must reconsile.

You must relize:

Your life is an isle.

 

Only remaining

Is the simple act

Of believing.

 

By reliving experience

Through you,

I never need

To relive you.

 

Open up!

Let me through!

To every existence

That has become you.

 

Your life has expired.

Luckily I've been hired

To exist in a different state.

I will...

Become your fate.

 

You must make "I" become you,

For no whole will be full

Without the desperation

Of your soul.

 

Descriptions without words

Are paintless.

Windows are void,

Without stainless.

Spirit is pointless,

Without faintness.

 

Is there anything left?

Anything left,

For us to show?

Ah, yes...

Everything is left

For us to know.

It is never impossible,

For life to grow.

 

But everything existing,

Should be known.

For we are all the life

That has already grown.

 

So we should:

 

Give life!

Give love!

Give laughter...

Why should we think:

Life is better when slaughtered?

Why do we eat

This delirious fodder?

 

There is wandering,

Then there's floundering.

We're just simply wondering

For something confounding.

 

Please don't cry away

The things we've seen.

For beauty is portrayed

To the few between.

 

You will find that:

Not the life,

Nor the death,

Not even the experience

You've lived to see...

Has come even close

To the entity of:

"Me."