The-Utopia-Code

The gate made of lattice Hovers between open and closed Without a sound Did my mind say something? Vines covered everything in sight Woven into the vines of Ivy Were green beans Further down were grapes We sat silently watching the half opened gate Swing too and froe Sweet and savory Our rest on the small seats of the garden entrance Did find our minds at rest As the hot midday sun Cast deeper shadows We left the garden for the last time Our respect for that preciousness The joy of youth still in our hearts Remains in my minds eye Forever lush, forever faire Yesterdays tomorrow the memory awoke The gate remained half open For eternity.

My blood goes cold Not for fear of growing old Not for being too bold So many changes Rearranges So many memories So many miseries Enough for more Yet too much To pour Into a single chalice Malice Callous Anxious Reaffirming Reforming Returning Reborning Into the dark of my yet Unseen future Suture Mutual loss Informal toss Of a silver coin into a well Wish me well The coin oxidizes On the empty arid base Now being covered in lace To hide the face Looking up at me So blood be cold So body be old Fear not the empty chalice Or the arid well Half forgotten Begotten Rotten Memory Mercenary Time my friend To the very end.

When is an enemy also a friend When choosing my enemies I always get the most potent in my karma's range Free of guilt Free of doubt I face my enemies uncharacteristically My cognition of an impending not friend Reminds me that even at low odds Is the unfailingly not friend, or not friend becoming Not enemy Not known or is not unknown People in a colossal scale are not my enemies There are always not friends out in the intractable woods The third option is not friend becoming not enemy It warms my joy and my mind wanders For days at a time Everything piles up when realising there is no not enemy or not friend Some and many more would get lost in these words Not a glib topic, however these words Demonstrate grammatical abandon For miscalculated active and passive - being use identically Dost thou ponder the longevity of social classifications like not enemy or not friend Or on the contrary friend, not enemy My mind is gaining momentum for this topic Only to realise, I should

Where sports fairness has reached a maximum. Players have to play versus themselves in virtual reality arenas. The best ball hitter in league baseball is now challenged to remain famous making good or bad pitches to himself, or to strike out or even make it to the next base. Coming soon: "Everything has been fixed for so long it will never matter". Want to see more?

Ten Ten what? Ten. Yep, ok, Ten. No. Not "Ten". "Ten". Those are the same Ten. No. They are not. Why? You said "The best Ten ever." I am not feeling 'The best Ten ever,' It must be a matter of scale. No, I don't think so. But it is possible. Possible, or probable? Ok. Then "Ten" it is. Great. "Hey everyone! It is Ten!" ::crickets:: Oh, that is NOT "Ten". Nope. Sorry. Ok same time tomorrow, we'll "Ten" Yup. Later. Much.

Ever heard of the “looking glass self?” In essence, it is a perspective that all individuals mold themselves based on how others perceive and judge them. This relates to the point that people tend to become what they think others desire them to be. So, if one projects insanity onto another, and they see themselves as undeserving of love. Then they are just helping to create monsters. In the mirror in your mind, reflections are not straight, but twist and reach around and move about, while dark shapes dance near corners. Noises echo quietly within. Your own reflection is seen through other eyes, a blurred image, a cracked mirror of fear and self-doubt. The laughter of others sounds like many voices ridiculing you together. the kindness seems illusory or fictitious Their love has become a far-off memory haunted by ghosts. Doubts will be raised brick by brick until this fortress called madness is built and only its occupant remains alone there. Why can’t you change the

For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction Just like the creation of a particle creates an anti-particle The Universe it seems, always seeks the point of balance If we are a reflection of this universal principle Why does it feel that there is more chaos than order inside me? Perhaps that is a consequence to being alive Always striving to be far from equilibrium Even though I have studied the teachings of the enlightened I have yet to achieve equanimity The ability to calmly accept the external circumstances Clashes against who I believe myself to be... A flucrum balancing infinite possibilities

I wonder how many coins landed on the side And how did the soul asking faith for guidance react Shock and awe perhaps Or mild amusement Or annoyance, confusion or despair I wonder how they reacted And did they try again Or gave up on life orchestrated by chance

The words do not come easy today Locked behind a wall of judgement Like millions of eyes staring at me accusingly From the other side of a shattered mirror I am judged for my action and inaction Damned if I do and damned if I don't Do you begrudge me then the choice To let go and enjoy a simple life? [if only for a short while] But like the wind you move through me Lifting me higher and higher Until I see the world beneath me Burning in a raging inferno I hear you calling to me A soul song from beyond time and space Awakening the sleeper once again Lighting my soul with fire and ice Can I admit that I'm afraid? Not for me...but you know that already don't you? Give me the courage to face my fear And become who I need to be

The first invigorating rays of dawn filtered through the hospital room, casting a soft glow over Ruby's still form. Depleted from the past few days, Crystal slowly stirred beside her sister's bed. As she blinked groggily, she witnessed a subtle change—Ruby's eyelids fluttered, and her fingers twitched, a testament to her unwavering resilience. "Ruby?" Crystal whispered, leaning closer, heart pounding. She knew how humans came to gradually when in a coma for long periods. But she didn't know if her species would react similarly. It was the latter, as Ruby's eyes slowly opened, initially unfocused, then gradually recognizing her sister. "C-Crystal?" Her voice was weak and hoarse from not using it for a week, but it captivated Crystal's ears. Crystal's tears of relief were a testament to the overwhelming emotions that filled the room. As she clutched Ruby's hand, she could barely contain her joy. "You're awake," she sobbed, echoing the revitalized hope that filled the room. Shaggy

Always knowingly do I dance, Into the light fantastic… Spreading whim and whimsy, Wondering and wandering. Through the veil of sub-conscious creation. The fleeting moments of random juxtaposition… The necessity to create – To be, Is a desire I cannot resist. And so I dance, Into the light fantastic… Enjoying the random collisions, Of whim and whimsy – The creation of dark and light, Of fleeting certainty, That this now… Is right.

Hark a song for long forgotten Lament for the unknown kin Those left truly unremembered Those the white cloaks haven’t seen Hear the sorrow of their silence At the places none suspect With no wall, no roof, no ruin None whose records have been kept Of the scorn, of the unwanted Of the folk you wish not see Those souls tend to wander aimless Looking for their missing being Hark and sing if you can feel them Searching for their piece of peace It might just be enough to calm them Set the lost souls to their sleep