The end of all hopes and the point of no return

Remember yesterday when I told you to press F9 because that's how things were? Well, such a lie. Sand. In your eyes. I threw it. Duped. And deceived you. It's not fine. It is so not fine.

I'll tell you what's fine. fcuisdfdv23edck goodbye.

Serpents of the morning

A great man once said

there's only two ways to live

one as though everything's a miracle

one as if that is negative

Today a serpent came to me

speaking and draped in orange;

either for the money, or to leave 

goodness at the door-hinge

A great man once left

with good words of advice

believe in the miracles

or just close your eyes

With hesitation and doubt

I pulled out the coin and later a bill

I surrendered reluctant but easy

there is nothing left to take still

What the great man said

should it not be put to test?

Let's stop living in the middle

I decide I'll surrender my rest

He crushed the note in his palm

and promised me panacea,

better living and fulfilled desires

with hints of utopia

A great man once said

there's only two ways to live

one as though everything's a miracle

one as if that is negative

I'll tell myself to believe

I was blessed by a serpent,

speaking and dressed in orange;

because hopes are money well-spent.

Every/No thing

What is it like to feel nothing at all, you ask?
The answer to that lies in an empty mask;
Flavorless hopes,
And in an unmotivated task.

A conquest without a goal;
A peak without a flag;
An empty tank suddenly at 120;
Alone with a lag.

To feel nothing at all is simple
And simple should be good
but this stems from complexity
Such as a person suddenly rude.

Shuffles of meaning at intervals
A minute here, another away,
Just tell me you're here
A little longer, for always to stay

What is it like to feel nothing at all, you ask?
To hear you're growing distant
To turn deaf at the mention of forever
Maybe then you'll be resistant.

Illustrations of numbers and symbols

Here, we have an illustration of the human heart. Not that well-done, I believe. I drew it, anyway, so don't you tell me what not to believe.

Many people believe the heart looks like a 'less than' symbol to the left of a numeric three, rotated 90º CCW. Maybe not in real life, but that's what they think it looks like graphically, at least.

But then, that sort of heart is for people in love, right? With their heart-goggles fitting perfectly over their heart-shaped pupils – or irides – tuned out and tuned into a better world.

"Better world" – seems like an oxymoron for a second there, doesn't it? But, then, those goggles do wonders. Everything seems beautiful; your unforced smile just takes care of things. And it's no secret that our perception; the way we're seeing things – with those goggles, now – makes that apparent beauty so...there.

And then there's this. A slash in the middle of < and 3. The reality check that no one asks for; the reality check no one needs. What good does this do? Where hearts of numbers and symbols helped climb mountains with feathery ease, this shocker of a realist approach has immediate consequences on the amount of strength and pain it takes to just wake up in the morning. No, they're not positive consequences. They are equivalent to the sudden disappearance of a dominant limb.

Just an invitation to phantom limb pain.

Then, when you look at the bigger picture, elements such as karma and sometimes even fate step in. Nothing happens just for the sake of happening, you know.

But who's going to take care of the continual shortness of breath that happens right now?

Fate, you lazy beast. Karma, you scrumptious little nugget; you blind little worker of order.

Surrender control and wait for things to untwine themselves into, oh would you believe, a better world?

Does that ever happen?

How would I know.