Her eyes go from a primrose green

to a sea foam blue;

her eyes are a mirror into your dreams; she can see straight through.

Her eyes are innocent but purity wouldn't be the word to describe such insecurity.

Her eyes are inviting and warm;

kinda like a ray of sunshine after a storm.

Her eyes can pierce your words and leave you breathless;

as can that strapless gown and pocket watch necklace

Her eyes catch the attention of those around;

They long to give her the kind of affection that will make them hell bound

Her beauty contains a toxin that will forever be etched in your veins;

all of your past desires will erupt into flames.

the pieces of me fit so perfectly folded in your palm I lost the desire to be whole again

every single shard of my existence was embedded in my desire to feel your lips and your hips and I know it wasn't love but it was so close and I was foolish enough to mispronounce lust

my shrapnels have found a home in your entrails and I am not strong enough to dig them out with my fingernails but I clawed at your back and I did my best to set them free

sometimes things got messy but you have to understand

nothing is given

and the price for the sight of my body was your eyes

let me tell you it's easier to cut open a corpse with scissors than it is to shoot out blind or shout out mute and you had me gagged

I've held my own heart bloody in my hands

the bits of you mixing with the bits of me and I've realized

you're the ice that froze my pulse

but at least

frost bite

prevents

colds

I am wrapped up in the tide and it crashes me against the shore

shaking my body with the impact

shattering every nerve with the pain

again

again

again

I twist and scream but all I receive are lungs filled with salt water

this

this is how it feels to have your heart broken

my sheets twist like a whirlpool around me and I am no longer in control of my limbs

I thrash as if possessed as gasps escape my throat

my face is wet with the taste of the ocean your eyes mimic and I am overwhelmed with pain

Space. The final frontier

whose voyages are yet to happen.

We quibble the concept of endless

and argue the concept of limitless

yet so far as we can tell we hang

balanced amidst both.

Look up at the stars and think

they’re so far away that some

are dead and you see light

from celestial ghosts.

And contemplate the galaxies

the billions spanning in the black

and think about what planets

hover within each.

And ruminate, just for a moment

how stellar is the interstellar

a vacuum of nothing, the road

between existences.

And possibly, just one day

we’ll figure out how to travel

in between the leagues of hopeless

void.

And maybe, maybe in the future

we’ll find others somewhat like us

who write poetry about neighbors

on the other side

of the universe.

That devil my son, he’s a mean one,

been leaving his slimy fingerprints

all over the place.

You see him in the news my brother,

happy beating on another

leaving wounds both seen

and unseen.

He’s slippery when he’s working

guess that’s why he was a snake

those can shed their skin

and become something else.

So he’s standing in an alleyway

tonight he’s just a mugger

and he might take from her

more than a pretty dollar.

And now he’s killing other folks

’cause they don’t think the way he does

he’s making ghosts of unlucky ones

in the wrong place and time.

And he’s glaring on the playground

looking for a bite to eat

and he finds a skinny morsel

he can beat.

And he’s mad with drunken power

and his day was pretty sour

and he’s using fists upon

her lovely face.

And he’s spitting out the words

spite flung off the tongue

because he caught him crying

which means that he’s a fag.

The devil ain’t no single thing

he’s anger turned to entity

he’s hatred turned dark deity

he’s biding time, I’m saying

just waiting for the day when

you decide it’s time to quit

and let him take

control.

PLATO:

"Weaving together fabrics on the tapestry of time like we're weaving up rhymes in the Mind - that's the only mind that exists, it persists. It's something like consciousness, one with bliss. You know you see it because it's I, It, and We - the Big Three - Goodness, Truth, and Beauty, as Ken Wilber would say or seek. Is he the seeker though? I don't know. The speakers are rolling and I'm feeling like we're past the modem, knowing that we are conjuring our patronus. 'Patronae.' I believe that's the correct term. That's vibing like Bill Nye the Science Guy, like your Pops was friends with him, back in college days, but hey, we're not going to haze our newly hireds 'cause we're just gonna quench our desire to climb higher and higher up in the cosmic cloud. Cloud Atlas. You know we'll conjure the words from the mouth like it's not the frantic. I was searching for a better word right there, but I'm not scared because I choose truth, the true-true, or dare, combine them, create a potion with my mind while I'm jokin' hella fine. Feeling like a chimpanzee. And I've got to dance - D to the A N C. E. Yeah. Eminem is channeling through me so I'll transform that into something that's a little better as I'm going, attracting my cheddar while I'm flowing and I'm knowing nothing but still feeling chosen. I've got to slow it down a bit so I can get off the ground as I spit."

SOCRATES:

"Get a hit, I'll take the hint. I think that it is time for a little change of pace. Exchange the rates but it turns out this ain't no Elon Musk. I'm just gonna lower my tusks. It's like I'm out of my cocoon, a butterfly speaking to Gandalf near Mount Doom. On top of the moon. I know that's what can be full but never empty. Feeling only plenty 'cause I'm feeding out of the cornucopia of life, creating a utopia past the strife, like we're floating on ice, 'cause I'm putting this lotion on my skin and I feel like I'm about to begin. Big Bang. The time for the universe's inception, creation by God Godself. Selfgod, Protoss. No thought. Up in the watchtower, up in the shower like I was up in the power of the power levels. You know that what I'm emanating is nothing short of pure elation. Pure joy, 'cause that's the fuel going in my gas tank. Not going on any Shark Tank unless you're talking 'bout cleaning out the sharks 'cause the system's absurd. That's what I'm trying to change with my word in every verse."

PLATO:

"Word in every verse. That was the opposite of a curse. Good metaphors. Metaphors clear like the IMAX. I've got to iMaximize my life like I am one with the I to the I. Integral Institute getting down on their knees. Asking us to toot our horn but we're like, 'Hey, we've got the corn-ucopia' like you were saying before. So I'm not gonna abhor anything that's against what I score 'cause we're agents of karma not of chaos, kind of like the Dark Knight and Iron Man, as we ride up in the sky, 'Gotta fly!" just like Peter Pan, yeah, got some pixie dust that's elevating us. We know that in ourselves we trust. 'Trust' with a capital 'T.' I do believe that I'm gonna get on my knees and pray to the G to the O D that I'm not gonna OD on Life. Get past the strife with a strike by the lightnin' to never be frightened but only enlightened - not spitin' but just writin' and readin' and schemin' and believin' while I'm smilin' opposing the violence, revealing or unveiling like it's Stephen, King, meant to say a Steve Jobs announcement. This is my pronouncement. It's the pronunciation - crisply. I'm drinking some apple crispy or so-called cider to quench my desire for some alcohol from the call to elevate our ballingness, Wallingness, Wallingford. That's not absurd. It's where headquarters is located. Location; "oriented-at." Transcending digital or physical as a matter of fact. It's kind of abstract on this track but I've got my kundalini energy it's flowing up my back, never have to get attacked by the rap mafia. I'm out of mana but hey...I'm JK like Rowling like I said before. I'll have to switch gears so I can get more into JRR Tolkien mode, tokin' my token soul so I can get high on some psychic energy. It's feeling plenty, you see. Z to the A C H, we don't need disgrace 'cause we're one with the opposite of hate. Agents from Above and Below, bless our spirits and our souls. You know that our lyrics, they be searing, straight through your brain's membranes, driving them insane, driving in life's fast lane, we got ourselves some golden manes..."

SOCRATES:

"Everything is okay. It turns out it's translucent. I'm translucent and lucid at the same time in my dreams. Stitching up the seams on the tapestry of time."

TO BE CONTINUED

SOCRATES:

"Mm. Richard Sherman. I ain't no motherlucking German. Only with the Seahawks. I don't want to see cost because I just want to see no rocks. And I don't want to see your socks because I've got my shoes on and I'm taking a mile in yours because I'm going to just put down my sword and raise up my shield like a blacksmith, I'm not a hacksmith or a zackflick, just need to smack this and protract this like I was untact from the switch and the wire or the booth in the circuit. This ain't no motherlucking circus. No circ du soleil. I'm not trying to sound anything but...lost it."

PLATO:

"Lost it. We bossed it. We tossed it like it's a coin but it's got every single side we're trying to pin down, like you were saying. We're levitating from the ground, relaying all of our brains from our mouths, the sound is so loud. I'm like 'not-ow' because it's pleasure, it's utility, the only measure of val-you. We're going into the val-ley, the mountains. I'm not the Mountain, more like the Viper. But hey I'm not a sniper because I'm more like a writer - A+ level. This is the immaculate conception - impressing something to be second-guessing nothing as I'm going into something that itself is going into overflow mode going past the moat, oh, hit the battering ram, bring down the drawbridge. I've got to hit the switch - on and off - for the universe. Feeling like I'm the gift and the curse, the worst and the best. Pass every test. Feeling like I'm not better than the rest because there's only the sameness. There's no insaneness; the original insanity's the original sin. That's the profanity - like, get it one with the din. Din up like eat your plate full one bit a time. And that ain't no fable, so we can enable ourselves to rhyme, to be in maximum productivity mode. Gotta spill your soul."

SOCRATES:

"Spill the soul. You gotta find the goal. The bottom of the rainbow. Jesus Christ did it, he was born from God, and God gave me a nod to just surf on top of the bog past the motherlucking swamp. I am no swamp monster. I'm some god like Jesus Christ, like you said - immaculate conception. This is an immaculate inception and my name's Sato. Ooh. I'm part of NATO as I'm allied with everyone, with the cornerlights on while I'm switching lanes - the faster one. I'm about to just blast off until I reach the Sun. It be really hot and full of infinite energy - just like God. Oh yeah - Infinity. You know there is no top to that because there is no ceiling. This is just a feeling. I just feel like I am reeling in the greatest fish. But I'm not about to eat it - just catch it and release it. I'm not about to feed it to any anti-Jedi since I've got my third eyes and fourth eyes and fifth eyes open, while floatin' in an ocean of commotion, with no motion like I'm stuck up into a place devoid of swimming. There's no skimming through the Garden of Eden..."

PLATO:

"Believin' like I'm only winning because we're not sinning, this is all-knowing. I'm hearing the sound changing and I'm switching up, naming, this is like 'whassup' 'cause I'm gaming, hooray. Waiting for the next song to play, and you know it's from the May-tricks, sounding pretty good as we're driving through the hood like we should. You know I've got to slow it down a bit so I can get something the opposite of counterfeit. I'm counting all of my switches; no - I'm JK like Row-ling - like the guy we met in the sauna the other day at the tennis club, but that was like the other month, and yet I don't give a luck. Still I'm flowing with the rhythm and I know it's going pretty 'cause I'm feeling like we're forever winning. It's 'winning' with a capital 'W.' That's two 'Vs.' Similarly to some pennames on Prose. Yes our boat be afloat on the cosmic ocean of no-sin just all-knowin' - that's omniscience, already said that, now changing positions while the diamond of my throat chakra's glistenin' and I'm not wishin' that I'm wishin' nothin' 'cause we've got infinite wishes. Going into an eruption of passion, dashin' through the Garden of Eden yet again, feeling like I've got to kneed my dough into some bread. On to the next one, like Hove said, but that was but another sleep-dream, when I was in bed. It's like I'm dead but I'm not. Like you read that on Reddit but naw, you didn't, 'cause it's here on Prose. No joke. I'm sending something so flowish. You knowin' that you're about to be sending the same - 'spittin' - legitimately grippin' while equippin' and sippin' on some potion. Call me Snape, but I feel no hate; never once was a Death Eater. Life's all about the deeds versus the crimes. Get up one with the divine to make you glow so fine with every single line straight out of your mind's back-end or front-end, but you've got to combine them, so it's like a..."

SOCRATES:

"You've got to combine them like two rhymes. Mad chemistry. Call me Heisenberg. I'm conjuring the Eisenword like I was Einstein. I've got the crazy mind of a Mad Hatter. I'm like Derek Jeter - swing, batter batter. No pain, 'cause I'm about to place my own stake up in the vampire's heart, pure silver...eels...slippery, electricity, through the waters, through the fears, the pain and tears of all turns out to be completely imagined. Imagine dragons. Off the wagon and I'm driving the motherlucker, with AV - the Dragon, ridin' shotgun. He be swaggin' like Bilbo Baggins. You know that he be livin' in Bag End. There's hobbitses around here. When will the swag end? Oh, turns out it never will because you've got that infinite skill, to pay infinite bills, completely unloaded on the Matrix Reloaded - exploded, just like a Voltorb that evolves into an Electrode. Oh no. What are you going to do when I unleash the arrow from the Master Bow, just like my name was Link - Legend of Zelda. Old Yella. Oh my God, the beat is coming back up, revived like a phoenix. You better believe it, you better achieve it. Because I know whatever you believe, that is what will be achieved. No hating allowed up in here because we're all from the same nation. I'm from station nine and three quarters."

PLATO:

"You're like a di-vine re-porter. Thanks for feel-ing kind with these-orders. No chaos - this is just a racehorse in crystal race course, hare and tortoise."

TO BE CONTINUED

"Don't say my name!" The little girl screamed. "Don't say it like that." The doctor looked at Sidney carefully. Sidney knew that look too well.

"Like what Sidney?"

"Stop! You did it again." He wasn't getting it. Why couldn't he understand?

"I'm not sure I see what you mean Sidn-"

"Sh." She said. It sounded fast and urgent in the doctor's ear.

"Tell me, am I saying it wrong?"

The doctor acts like he cares. But she knows better.

"The way you say my name- the way you ma-make it sound...it's just..." She couldn't find the right words. Not in a way someone like him would understand.

"Some people just can't say it." She stated. As if it was the most logical thing in the world. "Mommy can't say it either. Every time she does, I cringe. Some people just weren't meant to say my name."

"So tell me, who can say your name correctly?" The doctor asked. As if he was seriously curious. Sidney wasn't stupid. Perhaps little, but not stupid.

"Like you care." She spat. She didn't want to deal with the robotic-like doctor anymore. No more hospitals, no more supervised play dates, no more pointless checkups with clueless doctors.

"Please. I really am curious." She almost believed him. She knew that was exactly what he wanted. But even so, it would be nice to tell someone, she thought. Maybe someone would understand.

"It's just-" She still couldn't get the words out. She was still afraid of what would happen. She sighed. "Random strangers say it right." She said it fast. Wanting to get it over with. "People who really love me say it right. People with real concern for me, people with real emotion." She couldn't tell if the doctor thought she was crazy or not. "Now what do you mean by 'real emotion.'" He clicked his pen. Apparently glad he was getting somewhere.

"You wouldn't understand." She said. "Try me." He probed.

All of the sudden, something changed. He couldn't quite place it. Perhaps it was the way Sidney's body went ridged all of the sudden. Perhaps it was the sudden cold in the room. Perhaps it was the way everything was too quiet. Then he realized it. As soon as Sidney looked up. Her eyes had changed. From the crystal blue that was normal, they had changed to a complete, soulless white. She looked up and whispered, "You're not real."

The last thing he saw was a swift movement and someone reaching out to grab him.