EVOKE POETRY

Before I post this I’d just like to say that this is not my work and it is a Facebook page that caught my eye and I totally relate to this writing…..

https://www.facebook.com/EvokePoetry/?pnref=lhc

A Fake Display Of The Divinity (written 2/5/17) ~RaVen

Tired of the high expectations…
This expectation to be more than human…
These feelings of contempt
Of never exceeding what you want in a human…
This overwhelming death inside breaks my heart into a million fractals…
Like energy of all the cycles breaking, a powerful force bringing all the broken pieces back together again, healing…


Love is the binding chemical that holds all together with an embracing force unlike any other…
Nothing keeps me alive but a loving embrace from an unknown sight…
Something you cannot taste, but feel…
To be depleted only to be made whole again is an amazing sensation unlike the world…
It’s much too pure to be of this realm…


Love ‘here’ is a temporary fix, a fake display of the divinity…
They will always be empty needing more and more, never getting their fill wandering the dark places searching for it, thinking since love is intangible unseen, that it will magically appear in a place unseen, when in all reality it will be of deception, a force that bites and kills ultimately, unawares as it will be too late…


They never knew as they ~a curious creature~ in search of appetite fill, and nothing more, scrounging around in the abyss of broken bones and decaying flesh of broken dreams…
Touch that and die faster than the glimpse upon…
The emptiness inside you feel is detachment from thy own heart..

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Give inward to give outward, stitching thy broken pieces together with your own touch of compassion, to touch the world with the same, filling your own cup in the end…
Hate kills, hate a bitterness for thyself a hate that runs deep into your DNA before you were born, a generational curse that will not break without forgiveness of trespasses of old, a letting go in love without logic…


To let go of the expectations of those amongst you to be more than human, maybe you wish you weren’t human to place such expectations on others…
We all grow weary….
Love mends, heals wounds…
Break the generational curses and rebel against the current…
Otherwise, be made a ghost that will fade away like the majority in the history of this figment matrix called reality that stems from an imaginative dream.


Create your own reality with a dream in a chemical of something that lasts longer than a temporary fix, something you can muster up without someone holding your hand in this matrix of malevolent despair to consume anything and everything with the thought of it being real and long-lasting, all comes from within, not without…
Look into, see into, feel into, embrace you…
Be ready to give it and watch it regenerate…

I especially like the end bit

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