Vintage Boulevard

  I was once asked to describe beautiful. Stunned by the question I had to ask, “how does one describe something so unique to every individual?”. The court looked at me with a bit of amazement, “every man here can define beautiful, why can’t you?”.  Everyone began to laugh,   “He must see beauty in ugly creatures also” “Hahahahaha”, thundered through the ground as the people laughed at their lame jokes.  “Have you ever seen a dragon ? “ I asked as the court grew silent, “Now pay attention you petty swines, listen to the greatness that exposure has starved from your egos”.  “Total disrespect”. Echoed through the crowd as i felt their breath heading towards me like sand storm winds. “Let’s listen to the peasant, it takes balls to shut you lots up” said the lord of the court. “Please begin” Persivo (the speaker of the court) screamed in anger.  “We were only 50 soldiers left on the river bank after the attack on our kingdom by the Persians. Commander Endouard ...

Where is your mind , I heard it’s lost in space and time , Searching the universe for something Devine . The thrill of space was always a fantasy , But there is supernatural in reality. So why should I not believe, My mind is deeply rooted in the intergalactic ecosystem of the mycelium network So why tame my dreams? My soul longs for Kepler -22b , An eternity of solitude . A journey through 638 light years , Dedicated to self discovery . An interstellar path the wormhole's gravitational singularity .   It here, Here that I have the time to right my wrongs, Here that I have the time to relive old memories with loved ones For I have travelled for so long, I missed the end of my world But I experienced the birth of a new world.   Some call it, death, Some call it, gravitational singularity. What was once seen as a journey to save humanity on Edmunds planet, Became a journey to find my self, As I sacrificed a world, And many life years to be the Adam on Kepler-22b Or Edmunds p...

  Even preys pray and get slaughtered,   Those alive, leave their stories altered.  Why do we believe one perspective higher than the other?  Why do we question a person innocence over the story of the other ?  Are we bitter ? Why does it take a logical person To construct the appropriate answer ?  Why do we act based on emotions ?  Why can’t we try to to stay logical ?  I understand emotion gets you in motion, But logic keeps you intellectual  Sometimes witnesses lie,  A narrative is executed to perfection when there is something to gain.  It’s just based on what version of the question is asked  This determines the narrative of the witness  So are you guilty of any thing ?  A prey once said a prayer, while he was been preyed upon And his prey did the same thing a few days later.  Prayers come in many forms    especially karma.