this morning i woke up saying to myself i need a new algorithm i need more of them for the world is changing and i see and hear from a past perspective i need to comprehend how a new generation processes the world around them it's not the same cloud it's not even the same air the rain is different too
stand bye
for diversity the university of self the self-creating recreating replicating images of cells of being human my existence primarily depends on life or death the mortality of being alive or the death of my inner structures and functions to daily momentary life i am born in a diversified differentiated manner of being incongruent to others my brain mapping is not the same as yours and neither is my fingerprint but both leave marks to our identity and for that i am grateful for i see my hair color is different from yours and so is my skin, the length of my fingernails and toes varies from yours too i like how we can be as diverse as the stars and still possess our collective oneness in the universe i enjoy how we can discuss own uniqueness without blending into one another's being and without creating harm by not refusing to distinguish they are just as miraculous as any creation in the heavens i truly enjoy how our brains are not wired the same our neuron pathways are as different as the roads we have traveled and those left to explore i like that you may see and learn things differently so i may share in the higher puzzle into neural processing how i would like to see the entanglement of you minds processing the many tapestries hung or woven for me to walk upon in a garden of eden tempted i may to eat from the fruit of your perspective, but i prefer to keep you whole and explore the lineage that makes unique, and use them to build new guidance for my own i want to learn from you not imitate your being for we both deserve to be unique and most of all thank you for not being me for mirrors can be shattered and i wouldn't like to lose either of us that way
I’ve motioned
I've motioned to myself to come here from where i belong to whom i want to be in the circus of time circulating pathways across the universe of infinity i like being incongruent i like being without discourse i like not being able to find my way out of a box but i most likely like finding my way home and i call that confusion because its then when i am most creative tangible with my thoughts and i allow me to talk to myself out loud or in silence i like having conversations with the many me of being i like being alone with my selves even if they are confrontational (well not as much) but it does bring about laughter later when we reminisce (no one's feelings are hurt since there are no faces or names attached) it is ok to be anonymous in ones one head it's the named ones you have to be careful with now my selves are grinning thinking you may be wondering if i need a good couch to lie down on but rest assured in my head i own both the couch and the chair
i’m just an angel
i'm just an angel oops meant to say angle but never less than an angle with wings flapping them about so, I'm either congruent or obtuse or somewhere in-between or not all over the place in my thought but still have a fixed point from where i started out I'm flatlining without being on a single plane of thought better have some coffee or take a nap
when i write
when i write i write with my right hand and think with my left motioning silently in an incongruent sign language sometimes not so silently tapping or thumping as my right-hand pauses and the left has to wait for the right hand to catch up there seems to be a discourse between the left and right not always connecting like two good friends who want to see a movie but it is not the same movie and when i type the words get all wrong misspelled in their typing as the moving scripts become entangled
waffle toes

waffle toes i knows the words baffle me it's absurd to think i would right prose about waffle toes i jest i protest but the view is totally on cue on how it started to be i begins with me wanting to eat not my feet but something warm and soft that had some loft loftiness about it the way that my mind could surround it as i lay in wait for in my haste to make i substituted Swiss Miss cocoa even though it will make me loco for i am allergic to it along with the milk which will make me hoot and toot but as i said i was in the mood for something warm with an egg and well now one is laid and i will walk and talk and nibble and quibble while i dribble and scribble
indefinite
i am anger i am indecision i am happenstance i am coaxal i am in just i am latitude and circumstance i am possibility and ignored i am in serpentine and fluctuation i am personable and inhospitable i am one one is more than a number it is unity with who ever whomever i chose to be and whatever i was created to be not i am one with the universe as a whole but i have my own role to play forever misguided in its direction i cannot hurl myself in anyone direction for i run in all i escape into the unknown while clinging to the past i am disheartened easily and i cry while i laugh at my mistakes i take myself to seriously in what i think i can accomplish for i am just a figure head placed on a body in a matter of time where time is just moments running away from each other and drawing them close ALL AT THE SAME TIME i am unique in that i possess a language in which i can communicate with my inner self or should that be selves for i am more than one we all are even the igneous rock you hold in your hand as you think of hurling it at me i feel its presence i feel its energy and power to do just just more than injury i feel its possessions of atoms similar to mine i feel it's already a part of me before i am struck i walk on embers burning with the memories of the past and the souls of the future generations to come and they come in droves driven by the will to survive to carry on in this escaped we call living to masquerade as ethereal walkers on earth i am one with the universe and you forgive me for my blessings as i request and grant them to my self all my selves for you are just as much a part of me as is that rock you have hurled at my face to knock out my presence for you felt it too and it brought you so much sorrow to know, comprehend you were part of the world of living and non you had to escape the invader of my thought by eliminating me from you but i will always be here in your heart unwilling willing you to be wrought with just being humane
Where art thou
Simply a Just a place to relax and hold dear to what makes me human without existence For Art has its own purity declaratory in nature, being undenominational I am simply a, just a work of Art
express myself
learning how to pump myself with information flowing freely and unyielding Without bursting at the seams Being ripped from my cognitive state I succumb to the state of loneliness in my mind The tendrils of my dendrites Are without friends to hold on to The making of connections at lesser speeds reflect my outer life I am just an axon away from being an extrovert
3 colors
roygbiv ryb my hair is going white and so, upon my apparel write in the eventful colors of light that I am all things you cannot see for refraction occurs inside of me and I am growing old the stories written within me are being told upon my skin and my scalp, the adventures have been mapped out so, if you look closely, you will see I have been colors that shout silently
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