Magical Chocolate Changed the Human Race
After eating some magical chocolate before going to sleep, I woke up omnipotent this morning. The first thing I did was to rectify world hunger. No human will starve to death from now on. Second thing was to permanently cure all genetic diseases and disorders. No child will die before they’re able to walk and talk nor will an old person die naturally before they turn 100 years old. Third was to obliterate those that have denied another human any freedom whatsoever. Additionally, I punished everyone that had done unspeakable things to other humans, animals and/or the Earth. The severity of their actions dictated the severity of their punishment. Then I erased all religions, forever. People need to be more concerned with the here and now instead of hoping for an afterlife. Finally, I became a supercomputer/defense system for the human race to guide and protect them as they explore the universe.
Choke the sky
Imagine being woken up by the storm
And realise the storm is you
Imagine making life-changing mistakes
That no one else can undo
One day a human, taken by the curse
One day a god, for better or for worse
But by the second day a monster
Destroying the universe
In this case, I just can’t embrace
Whatever I have become
Crushing the world between my palms
And holding it under my thumb
I tried to change it for the better
And fulfil everyone’s dreams
But instead of a sugar-sweet laugher
I got bitter-sour screams
There are too many twisted souls
Piling upon my reign
And too few pure-hearted minds
Betrayed again and again
At his rate, it’s way too slow
In this state, I’m way too small
Although I’m bigger than them all
No god can separate the good from the bad
If bad is everything we ever had
And if it’s impossible to update
What this world needs is a clean slate
So I’ll be the one to choke the sky
And suck the life out of earth
I’ll kiss all the nations goodbye
And watch the planets’ rebirth
In the eye of the hurricane, they will wait
For their pity souls to fly
For ‘forgive and forget’ is way too late
The last god – that am I!
Mother Nature meets Father Time...
I could hear the sound of the river echoing through the 4 walls that have kept me safe all this time.
I built these walls myself, sheltering and protecting me from the outside world that has long since broke my heart. No one to save me, visit me, or hurt me, but it is better this way.
I could feel my opal pendant pulsing on my chest...this has never happened before- what does it mean?
I climb my way down the ladder that leads to my bed loft, the sound of the water growing louder. I pull on my glasses and look out my invisible window (that's how I built my Space- I can look out and see the world around me but no one can see me). That's the blessing and the curse of being invisible; my greatest power yet my greatest weakness.
As I pull open the curtains all the air escapes my lungs. Standing 4 feet away from me stands a man...fishing.
Almost as if he's heard my gasps and can feel my gaze, he turns to face me and looks right into my eyes.
HOW?!
How can he see me?!
I have built my Space using all the magic I have ever been taught! No one has ever been able to see my 4 walls, let alone see me. So how? How can he?!
Hands shaking, I pull back the curtains and duck beneath my window. A thousand thoughts marathon through my mind, "How? Who? HOW????"
Holding onto my opal pendant it feels hotter than ever, what is happening? Next thing I know I am pulling my navy velvet cape over my shoulders- my invisibility cape- and pull my glasses back on. Fighting all the voices in my head to move my Space and leave immediately, I walk to my front door.
As I take my first breath in minutes, I open my door and take my first steps out- out to the outside world. The world I swore off after I mastered my Cosmic Power. The world that put me in these 4 walls.
Immediately I am greeted by the warm bright sun. Ahh, how I've so missed this.
As I turn to walk towards the river, I see the man out of the corner of my eye. He's moved down further on the rocky ledge with 2 chairs sitting beside him. Again, as if he can feel my eyes on him, he half turns to face me.
He let's out a long slow whistle.
"It's about time you made it. Now how much longer are you going to keep me waiting? The Sun is getting hot and looking at you in that cape is making me sweat".
The Power To...
I woke from a sleep of the sweetest dream peace.
No clock buzz stirred, soft my vision un-blurred
Within my ears peeled a bell. But no other heard.
The universe then whispered.
“As you wish. Make it so.”
A rush beyond things any mortal could know.
My mind a blaze through my eyes grew a glow.
I took from the world without delay.
All the treasure and riches
May they shimmer, shine, roll, or fly.
All the pleasure of sensation.
From those kept in darkness hidden.
To the fully exposed, and the fully forbidden.
With the power to suspend the wages of sin.
I abandoned moderation.
To taste in full the flesh.
Never before had an incline to crime.
If it craved time.
Like a bank, I held up minute for an hour.
My heart no more the master of me.
Neither God high in his tower.
In and out of the world and all it withheld from me.
It now bends like string to my power.
Strength needed I grew.
Wisdom of every age.
Everything I now know.
Then again came the whispers, asking just.
“Do you have the POWER to let it all go?"
Phenomenal cosmic power….itty bitty living space.
RIP R. Williams (The Genie).
L.J. Tidwell II
Biotid Ink.
April IV
It was the fourth day of the fourth month
Four years short from the disco edge
That day is your birthday, my hey day
My soldier's D Day, hanging on a ledge
And in that day I swore I'd make you love me
Shy as I was to invent the process
You saw me and I saw you and on we looked
Then you turned and denied my meek prowess
Now I have turned my fourth year
Before I complete the whole sixty
With the power to light you birthday's candle
And make you love me a plenty
I'll sow the seeds of love in your heart
They'll grow for you to see me as you should
The one heart that wanted you
The one you said, with a look, was no good
But as I plant more of them in you
They seems to sprout into some unnatural form
You see me in your dreams, you know I'm there
Yet you prefer fire and brimstone to paradise as norm
Now I pull at everything I have with might
I won't scare you, force you, and want to hear your words
Yet I more I reach you from within
The more your mute angry words remain shriller to be heard
Now I have the power, and you have none
Now I can make you mine, my presence you can't shun
You're in my heart and that can't be undone
Am I in yours? Powerful, still an answer that doesn't come
On a fourth day of a fourth cruelest month
You were born to remind me that I live
With the Power of Love, and though omnipotent,
My best choice is not with the love I'll take
But the love I hope one day you're willing to give.
Unmade Bed
Woke Up, Russia still troubled Ukraine and the rest of the world harrased the people of Russia by sanctions and what-not. Hunger won't cease. Unethical Capitalists stayed the same. Equality and opportunity were mere schemes. Animals were still caged and abused. The climate was high on pollition. I thought of all these and more as I sat on my bed, lighting a cigarette. I thought of all these and thought of changing them for the better. Filled with excitement and power, I stood meaning to do something. But I looked and saw, my bed was unmade. What was I with an unmade bed trying to change the wrinkly sheets of the world.
I AM
I am…I am… I am what? I simply am.
I am not the person staring back at me in the mirror,
I am not the name on my birth certificate,
I am not my profession.
I am not mother
I am not Father
Who am I? I am consciousness, I am aware
I am…I am…
Yet I am everything and anything
I am imagination
I will be what I will be
The Inner Space
I fell into
the inner space
behind the facade
of my face
in search of all
I used know
not sure
which way that
I should go
I floated like
an astronaut
in weightlessness
I touched
each thought
and then
I realized
my past
was coming
towards me
very fast
like galaxies
the years flew by
too hard to catch
at least I tried
and when I
opened up my eyes
I watched them fade
to my surprise
Second Coming
Sky splits open, flames erupt
Judgement day for the corrupt
Those men will hide themselves with shame
In fear of iron rod, resigning the game
All shall get their house in order
Or be led like lambs to slaughter
For when he returns, he will not be a lamb
But a lion judging the damned
Arriving in a cloud of lightning and thunder
Casting down the sons of plunder
Cannot run, cannot hide
He sees your soul inside
A pure righteous soul has been sent
Time to bow down, time to repent
The sun creates fire in his eyes
Judging your plight, judging your lies
Feel the earth shake, stars fall from the sky
Lost souls will fear the cry
He returns as a mighty king
Feel his wrath, feel his sting
As for this time, no crown of thorns
Coming to teach and adorn
The meek shall inherit the earth
Bringing a planet of new birth
Tearing down a broken system
Rebuilding with compassion and wisdom
When you face him, what will you say?
Where will you be on judgement day?