fake

to have, to hold, to be to toil, to climb, to resist to frustrate, to find exuberance, to fall to learn, to withdraw, to bleed to overcome, to be deceived, to tempt to hail, to sputter nonsense, to be foolish to be learned, to be skilled, to flourish to weep, to cry, to suffer to hold, to hug, to feel warmth to be rich, be poor, to forget and only hold exuberance and highs, richness without the opposite, where depths become the valleys, troughs, gulleys like dismal, sunsets, falling skies piercing illusions that mirror paradise, utopia, heaven piercing a cornerstone, a pivot, a fulcrum piercing a fortress, a castle, an ivory tower piercing skin, a smooth composure, a white lie piercing memory and it is a home run, a continuation, a not happy ending towards fractures, broken pieces, a shell whose brilliance is like a false star hanging on heaven's gate. except the gate too got pierced, reality is in question when fake belongs, is accepted, is craved for, worshipped because it feels good, is logical, is rational to the i who says i no longer taste, i no longer hunger, i no longer weep. no gluttony, no sorrow. to the i who says i've arrived, i've found, i've been found and fake looked like the genuine, the whole, the sky still intact. belief makes it real, truth, solid belief makes the piercing dull, lulled, fades away belief shapes reality, illusions, roads, paths remembered, a silver lining, a night light a fog, smoke, fire burns for who? the self wearing a crown, sharing a crown or hailing the crown? does it matter? not? feel good, pleasure, hits the mind still making paths, ideas, notions fake wins again and again when gods are despised, lows are rejected, who wants a god? to be told what to do, to have faith means not questioning but i lingers. seduces, traps, conniving i twisting heaven's gate till it finally looked like the pearly gates. and the low, the valleys, the climb shone but i see not, hear not, feel not when fake sees, hears, feels with dopamine, with laughter, with tears of joy then it became silent, the sky, the many broken pieces like raindrops reflecting each decision as the clouds wept. so many choices, paths carved when heaven chides, sing songs, praises to fakeness strong, a reflection, a contrast real. heaven suffers, weeps, goes to the trough for heaven loves, heaven loved, heaven moves through the highs, the lows, the cries, the exclamations. heaven burns, heaven shouts, heaven moves through the rivers, the sea, the wind even when no one else does. maybe that is why a part of us always calls out, reaches for ... ... this priceless pearl. and that part is not fake.