I'm Sorry...

For What It's Worth

By: Mosaic

I make one wrong step,

And it’s like the bitter aspects seem meaningless,

I make one wrong bet,

And it’s like the sinners masked test deems hideous,

Well I search constant,

But can never seem to figure out where my heart is,

Well I search basements,

But the lights always seem to fog up my darkness,

Please, no more promises,

I apologize for breaking your back but I’m an artisan,

Please, I’m only harmless,

I apologize with a deep cold spark within,

I am no perfectionist,

But alignment of natures gift creates me perfect,

I have no intention list,

But I’ll pursue the discovery of my passion, ‘’Is it worth it?’’

Haiku

Haiku

By: Mosaic

The ki (key) to long love is positive energy flow,

Through life, it is very self explanatory, 

If only you’d allow yourself to feel the thoughts within...

In The End

Void

By: Mosaic

Your high became a downfall, The thrill is now a migraine,

Your hiding underground because above became too strange, 

You start to look within, to find a mental cage, 

You pause for a second as insanity turns to rage, 

Your life holds no purpose, to which you seem to let it, 

Your mind transforms into a paranoid schizophrenic, 

You fear to loose control, reminiscing through the hectic, 

You live to be a puppet in a world that’s anorexic, 

You're following a trend, insightful of the end, 

You’re shot down from the one that’s called a friend, 

I stand to pretend, that I simply do not comprehend, 

The struggles between death and the one that makes amends.

Feels Good

Today

By: Mosaic

From: Dynamic Poets Crew

When the sun shines in a bright blue sky,

The ocean filled atmosphere drowns my tongue,

I accept the morning beauty when I awaken my eyes,

I live for today breathing for now as the birds sung,

A sweet melody a forceful soft tune,

Chirping through the wind my eardrums float down stream,

I pore a bowl of cereal and eat it with a spoon,

No longer will my hunger growl today I shall live a dream,

No longer will I despise past horrid behaviors,

Cause when I don't see tomorrow,

I see the now and thank all of my savors,

Not one but many took from me my sorrow,

I fought back cause depression was all I knew,

All I did not care for was everything I longed for,

Everything I realized that was beauty came into view,

Victory became reality, I have won the war,

The boredom of which gulfed my happiness,

Speaks plainly and dull for I have lust in my passion,

Desire for my breathe to remember those at rest,

To forgive my taste of death with compassion,

Please take none for granted for the disappearance is rational,

Please stray forward for behind you lies nothing ahead,

Please give the hand to induce help for all to be known actual,

Please live for today till the sword has no more led,

No more details for the moments to be told,

No more light showing the way for the right is over,

Lay your weary head to rest the day is no longer gold,

Put your luck aside you no longer need a special clover,

You are human you are the creators,

Take the clay of life and mold it into something greater.

Thinking...

Existing Thought

By: Mosaic

From: Dynamic Poets Crew

Time follows infinitive theories intricately freeing the vain,

So much pain it's mundane the maze twists and turns in rain,

Insane sanity shadowing chilly hell drowning in puddles,

Burning the king yelling freedom at last in cages we cuddle,

But chains stay the same in a game you were meant to lose,

So why buy polluted products  in the name of veracious clues,

The burses they use to disorient the dent pounded to your rent,

Must of meant that the lint bent in dimensions unkempt so hence,

The circle formation in devastation incarcerating the maze,

We over gaze under water from a martyr in a school daze,

Be patient or amazement will be caved in for young rebels,

Black peddles trickle down from the existence of maintenance,

Generalizing a dead king instantly brings relevance to intelligence,

The benevolence crafted through the youth foundation,

Kinetically intertwined grape vines in a blind dime nation,

The high crime dine and dash out lasts inquiry for the past,

No questions asked when masked bats leaves smoke to rats,

As a matter of fact it distracts the act we lack to be winners,

In a time of inner litters we sinners are little to beginners,

Just think how could a blink link your brain in the wires,

Just hire that liar and watch him burn us all in the fires,

It's a desired diary when we need to be free it's gone,

it's unreachable in the cubical soul so just sing a song,

Till the wrong is finished and diminished into ashes,

That clashes with the matches scared forever with slashes.

The Great Laws

Karma

By: Mosaic

From: Dynamic Poets Crew

As you sow, so shall you reap,

The law of cause and effect, we overleap,

Whatever we put out into the universe,

Is what comes back to us, as we observe,

Life, the heavy sky, it doesn't just happen,

It requires the thinkers, our participation,

As we clap on and off, what's it about?,

We are one with the universe both inside and out,

Whatever surrounds us gives us clues to health,

To our inner state, be and do yourself,

Do what you want to have in your life,

Law of creation melts away that knife,

What you refuse to accept, will continue for you,

If what we see is an enemy, then change the view,

We see a character trait as negative to our intelligence,

then we are not focused on a higher level of existence,

Wherever you go, there you still are attracting feeble,

We must be the ones to change and not the people,

Places or things around us, to grow spiritually,

The only given we have is ourselves, considerately,

That is the only factor we have control over,

When we change who and what we are, we flip the clover,

Within our heart our life changes too,

Momentum never slows, so just be you,

Whenever there is something wrong there's something wrong in us,

We mirror what surrounds us and that mirrors us so trust,

That we must take responsibility for what is in our life,

For those who seem to afraid to leave their inside,

Even if something we do seems inconsequential,

It is very important that it gets done, it's essential,

As everything in the universe is connected,

We must learn to focus on things that are expected,

Each step leads to the next and so forth and so on,

Someone must do the initial work to get the job done,

Neither the first step nor the last are of greater significance,

They were both needed to accomplish the task, and you know this,

Past, present, future, they are all inner connected,

Every idea intertwined from what's expected, gets affected,

You can't think of two things at the same time, it's an obstacle,

When our focus is on spiritual values, it is impossible,

For us to have lower thoughts such as greed or anger,

Just focus on the importance and let go of that temper,

If you believe something to be true, sometime in your existence,

You will be called upon to demonstrate that truth, it's not distant,

Just listen, here is where we put what we say,

That we have learned into practice, morality sways,

Back and forth, looking back to examine what once was,

Prevents us from being totally in the here and now, so trust,

Old thoughts, old behaviors, old dreams of old suns,

Prevents us from having new ones,

History repeats if remembrance becomes appalled in the wrath,

Until we learn the lessons that we need to change our path,

All rewards will require initial toil,

Rewards of lasting value dignifies what's royal,

True joy follows doing what is expected,

What were suppose to be doing and waiting through the hectic,

For the rewards to come in its own time,

Meditating through that unconscious mattered mind,

You get back from something, whatever effort you've put,

The value of something is a direct result of the imprinted foot,

Every personal contribution is an act to the whole,

Remain self evident and remain the strain of self-control.

Short Story ft.Curious

Nothing is Something

By: Mosaic and Curious

From: Dynamic Poets Crew

It was a cold December day. The sky bared no clouds and wept no tears. This day felt out of the usual. No birds chirped their melodious hymn, and no cows mooed their sighs in long awaited agony for the dreary winter weather to change. The trees bared no leaves and the branches were as still as concrete. I could still see the heap of twisted metal and broken glass that had toppled over itself twenty-six times in a furious rage. This day is the day I took my last mortal breath.

I was forever stuck in the realm of reality in which the living beings indulged in. Stuck here until I could figure out the final solutions to my everlasting problem or so it seemed. The fact that the lungs I once knew who loved the taste of the fresh bitter ocean of the sky was no longer a concern for my well being, but only to speak fluent silence that everybody could hear.

I had wandered this earth as an ethereal being of nothing for almost six months now. Every passing moment of this abyss of informal reality built my being up to be even more decrepit. Every sleepless hour and wake-less dream that occurred to me on a daily basis grew my tree to be even more coldly intelligent of these otherwise warm unaware days I would have otherwise traveled as a careless being. My body no longer partook in cellular respiration. I was just an empty figure of a being who pondered everything with inadequate revelations to my otherwise fast paced mind.

I looked at things in a new light or an old darkness if you will. Seeing my fathers' slightly misconstrued face and figure as he tried so hard to hold the feelings of anguish in for the sake of what these mortals called manliness. Seeing my mother’s hair wither into an even more grey and thin state of realization as each day of despondency passed her by. Her tears throughout each day dripped into a lake of vague remembrance. My sister’s seed of tension had long been planted into the garden of her classroom. The seed grew into a willow of heartache as her first realization of death scarred her mind like a mistake a sculptor had made on a statue. To think that the chisel was my passing saddened me greatly.

Why had God forsaken me to this reality to figure out a problem on a life I was no longer living? Why the sudden outcast of mortality? Questions to be asked from the mind of conscious beings were unrecognizable from a perception of the likes of me. Who am I? What am I? Am I forever? All information breathes in the shallow dark hells of never. All thoughts formatting subjects unknown to man and the weary depths of understanding is deeper then the hole left from the thought of an existing heaven. But clearness portrays itself to sights I fault to realize in a disturbing view, I latch on to the memories dear to the heart that once beat its existence upon my immoral being now crossing through paths of inception.

Gods' aptitude exceeds my aspect of questioning any theoretic possibility I had thought of in the life in the before time. past tense is what is known to me, but time itself seems irresponsible to keep track of my being, staggering through the line of nothing. Must I use this inconceivable line of time to search for a sliver of peace at the very least? I shall, I know now that the coarse to a Heaven seems to be an unstable challenge. Failure was a virtue, and I knew who I once was, but still succession to find a place where peace lives is out of understandment. Why am I still wondering the empty sight of that which was everything known to reality? What is left to discover? Was I not true to the likes of God or does the Devil still want me to play? Confusion for the time being I was placed in was at low value, but I still must find a way.

Clues partaking form in directions to the hopes in easing the settling pain bestowed on my spirit. I see an establishing chain of bars spiked at the tops, it seems truthful. Its power ventures through my energy and draws me closer to what I could possibly want to understand. As the shimmering bright bars blinds my conclusion of magnificence, I still portray in its direction. Finally a gaze of familiar warmth I used to cozy in late at night for my toes and finger tips forgot feeling. The delightful gate was fulfilling my hands with great inspection, I pulled away for the voice whispering to my being was not a friendly one, but convincing at the most.

As the whispers scream a little louder each time I step back, I grow even more weary of what might come to my empty tears. My conviction towards the gates were appealing at the times that came first, the voice strays me farther and farther away from the sliver of peace I gently grappled to. I turn my head only to notice a door with brutality wiped through its reality. I follow into the spaces my feet carry me towards and extinguish the light beneath my steps. The cunning whispers gave validation towards the unapparent reason to step to the door. Turning the arduous handle with forbearance, I felt the wickedness of a thousand souls sear through my being like the welcoming of an angels' consent for a demons blade to pierce the heart that dyed prosper to Gods' aptitude for manifesting its' staggering worth.

I was forcefully plunged into an ocean of misery by the hands of a thousand blackened spirits. Their shades were shoved into my mind, a million wretched thoughts per second drenched wash cloth. Emencley surprised that my otherwise feeble sponge could soak up so much muddy water at the same time. I fell to the ground with little realization that I was even falling in the first place. There in front of me lays the master of the evil suzerainty. The empress of all condemned souls looked into the windows of mine. "Why was I sent to this abundantly atrocious place." I asked her. "Because you have sinned." She said with a surprisingly lovely voice.

She stares deeper into my soul. All of the wicked things I had done in my life flashed before my eyes. I had never anticipated an emotion with such great deviling anguish in my entire existence.  The future of Josh, the boy who I had bullied in middle school flashed before my eyes. All of his anguish was adjacent to my own emotions. He led a sad life, hiding the pain and agony of his social malfunctions with drugs. He was caught with heroin one day coming home from his local drug dealer. He was sent to prison, where he eventually killed himself. All caused by the puerile remarks I threw at him like sword play.

"Do you see why you were sent here now?" The voice asked as my mind was still being spontaneously bombarded by both Josh's agony and the agony of a thousand whispering souls of despair. Despair was the sweetest of context for the putrid act I forged for selfish desires of being popular and excepted. "You have seen the wrong acts you have done, now you shall go to the gates of heaven for the final judgment. And may God have mercy on your soul, that your wickedness will have the adventitious to be cleansed like a fallen demonic entity shadowing the depths of heavens basement begging for the light to rain down, washing away all selfish formalities. For a chance to live in an eternal prosperous existence with the brother and sister of every fallen being that has ever walked the earth. " She pointed to the right of me, there was a shining path that gleamed with the most gracious light. A path I had not seen before, for I had been taken into a trance of Lucy's compellingly admirable stare of pure swindle and deceptive knowledge of the art of nefarious minds.

The path takes no energy to follow the blinding truth of Gods' pure light of decorous honor. I willingly step forth into the presence of God. Just outside the gate, I hear a voice of wisdom say more melodiously wonderful then the singing of a thousand birds of beauty. "You have patiently awaited your time to be tested by my puzzle of life. Some pieces you placed diligently into order, others seem ever more misconstrued than ever. But before me you stand with the intent of peaceably being judged by me, your all mighty lord. You have undergone many struggles in your journey of life, and a souls' departure from the body. And with those struggles you have learned the lessons that needed to be taught. You may step into the light of my forgiveness my son." The gates slid open with the most grace I had ever seen in any door or gate. I stepped into the gates of the single most approachably beautiful thing known to any self evident being that has ever existed. I was overwhelmed with knowledge and enlightenment. I was stricken by the realization and reason of everything that had ever happened to me. From the embryo to this present moment. With every memory of my life came a million unnoticed lessons that I hadn't learned. Time was not apparent, all of the past thoughts sieged through the boarder of my mind in seconds. Nothing was vague, everything was glass. Clear and solid. All of the  universes' secrets spilled out onto the canvas of my mind. I now know my reason for being on Earth, truly understanding the depth of the lives I unintendedly changed. I am home now. I am at peace.