Our worlds are intertwined,
The more we try to understand it,
The more complex we make it.
The past, the present and the future,
Are one interconnected force.

Our mind is our universe,
Our tool to create, to change,
Our perspectives, the realm in which we live,
Where children are free to think
And to draw from their imagination.

We ultimately learn to adapt to change,
And rely on something symbolic to clinch on.
As we grow older,
Logic and reasoning becomes,
Evident in everything we do and think of.

We may not have have control of our lives,
Forcefully, the elite take it upon themselves,
To mark society as their possession,
Their identity, to uphold their reputations,
But what if in the near future…

I can see people programmed to carry out,
Tasks encrypted in their skin,
Emotionless beings resisting an apocalyptic war,
Between Mother Nature and Science.
The past and the future, a spirit in disguise

Among the archived artifacts,
That poses as a threat to humanity,
For those who rebel for freedom,
Past down memories of their ancestors,
Still influences their scarce culture.

What if we had the power to be individuals?
Would conflict be certain against those?
Who technology dictates to and governs,
Their world of fantasy of dreams?
The present the catalyst and transition,

Between past and the future,
What we do now becomes the past,
And affects the future that lies ahead.
Perhaps if we should be ignorant for power,
Greed will lead to suffering at the end.

Of seeing what we have built become ruins
In nature, what we have created,
Results in our almost extinction,
In our afterlife, after the future.
Our failures, our faults,

Sets us back to look at what we had before,
Reliving the past as though it were our future.
We have become slaves to our minds.
The ego determines your perception.
Suffering is a reality that cannot be avoided.

Confusion of religion or culture becomes,
A disillusion to you, your love to your fellow being,
Seems new to you, whereas before the trend,
In society when relationships were not a crime,
But a true sign between humanity and itself.

What if today is your future?
Tomorrow your past, the next your present.
In the next life of your recantation,
Would you still be searching for you?
Alone in the ruins of your creation?

Grey clouds surround me
the darkness envelopes me
as the light fades
the gloom fills my soul
and I cry out for help
but no-one hears me
no-one sees me
I am drowning in unhappiness
joy evades my soul
as I hide behind a smile
grey clouds still surround me
I can’t get out , can’t see the light
so i descend into the darkness
of my mind
grey clouds have become my prison

view zoomed
on the jacaranda blooms

breathing the air of home
without a care
as I sit out, on the veranda alone

thinking of her
something about the day
and the season
for some reason
I’m reminded of the scent of her perfume

the sensual care of her womanhood
and it feels real enough that I have a chill in my bone

so quickly I descend from the horny layer
that is, the stratum of my daydream

with but one question on my mind still

do I regret that she’s gone or am I happier on my own?

© Heath Muchena