Vibrations ( poem ).

The world is such a vibrating domain, undoubtedly

that;s why it is such an interesting place to live in.

 There is this collective effects, and scene of humor

 with its metropilistic impulseiveness.

Boomers planted firmly everything into the soil,

seeing old men debating it as they face their own

mortality. Whatever is truly the meaning of the X

generations? when am gone, other will not able to

dispute their finding. The children now then certainly

have to say something.

Like volcanic ash, it is vibrating, tsunami screwing us

in.Lapses, eclipse, visual personality, moralist, idealist,

liberalism and all the other god isms. I see god looking

in ,and the vibration continues at dread lock speed.

Will we defile gravity, and fall off the edges with a bang

begging for an emerging new species?

Hush body, hush the vibration is no meaningless sound

to me, entrap in motionless domes.Rewrite the scrip's,

stead the play quickly with the rhymes and sounds. I

bet we will except the apocalyptic. Hush body, hush the

vibration is no meaningless sound.


That is my take today on "Vibrations", certainly there is hope to live by.