Nuclear fusion is a delight when you consider the stars,
The destruction of one life seems to lighten our own.
Each direction leads to new life, or another Sun.
Different, but still the same from the one we know.
We have the freedom of the third dimension,
Yet we are two dimensional in our lives.
There's a certain path and we all follow it,
We love, we marry, we multiply and then we die.
Granted, each path will have its end,
But each step should be different from the other.
Much of the adventure of the wrong direction
Is left for those with the last endeavour.
You can hide behind the walls of those before,
Or take a giant leap before the world is gone.
Our hearts fall brittle on our own rejection,
Love what you are and embrace it more.
Our galaxies within wish to collide and merge
With others that only wish for the same direction.
We're individuals with our own ambitions,
We need to develop our own connections.
What's the point in living a life
In somebody else's vision.
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
Monday, 29 April 2013
Lene
That was the moment,
I knew it instantly.
She chose the same path as me,
We would talk constantly.
Our steps were in rhythm,
Two sounds in polyphony.
We don't know the end of our journey,
Only the present harmony.
Each road would break into more,
Yet our course was the same.
And after each possible outcome
We came out in the same place.
In the adventure of life,
We meet our completion.
I knew it instantly.
She chose the same path as me,
We would talk constantly.
Our steps were in rhythm,
Two sounds in polyphony.
We don't know the end of our journey,
Only the present harmony.
Each road would break into more,
Yet our course was the same.
And after each possible outcome
We came out in the same place.
In the adventure of life,
We meet our completion.
Sunday, 28 April 2013
The Bloom
Here she comes,
She sings, she sings.
She danced with the flowers,
They grew, they grew.
The skies would cry,
She ran, she ran.
The flowers said goodbye,
They'll be back soon.
The sun would rise,
She smiled, she smiled.
Out came the flowers,
They waved, they waved.
She danced once more,
No end, no end.
For the time before,
Was lost to the rain.
There's time again to play,
More time to dance.
This field is there forever,
Smiling in your past.
She sings, she sings.
She danced with the flowers,
They grew, they grew.
The skies would cry,
She ran, she ran.
The flowers said goodbye,
They'll be back soon.
The sun would rise,
She smiled, she smiled.
Out came the flowers,
They waved, they waved.
She danced once more,
No end, no end.
For the time before,
Was lost to the rain.
There's time again to play,
More time to dance.
This field is there forever,
Smiling in your past.
Saturday, 27 April 2013
The Fanatic
My ears will be of service,
Listening to all your whispers.
Take me forth to your light,
Send my body to shivers.
Your word is my word,
Your will is my salvage.
I'll cast them upon you
And earn my safe passage.
There I will stand,
Eye to eye with the infidel.
My last final smile
Before I rid them of their peril.
And to the white, pearly gate
I never came.
Listening to all your whispers.
Take me forth to your light,
Send my body to shivers.
Your word is my word,
Your will is my salvage.
I'll cast them upon you
And earn my safe passage.
There I will stand,
Eye to eye with the infidel.
My last final smile
Before I rid them of their peril.
And to the white, pearly gate
I never came.
Arise
Everything is moving away from the beginning,
The light that does shine will eventually become dim.
Whilst gravity remains at strength to keep us together,
Lets create something special, just for nature's hymn.
Whilst we assume an eternal belonging to the world,
We are as breakable and movable as a jigsaw.
Drifting apart, further and further, we are absent.
We are succumb to the universe's own laws.
Beneath the waves flows a new tide of energy.
Out will rise a new born, a conscience of life.
It will stand tall beneath its own insignificance,
Climbing below its own sense of power and height.
Before a flicker has flicked, it is washed,
And there it will cease to be.
The light that does shine will eventually become dim.
Whilst gravity remains at strength to keep us together,
Lets create something special, just for nature's hymn.
Whilst we assume an eternal belonging to the world,
We are as breakable and movable as a jigsaw.
Drifting apart, further and further, we are absent.
We are succumb to the universe's own laws.
Beneath the waves flows a new tide of energy.
Out will rise a new born, a conscience of life.
It will stand tall beneath its own insignificance,
Climbing below its own sense of power and height.
Before a flicker has flicked, it is washed,
And there it will cease to be.
Labels:
Arrogance.,
Atheism,
Beginnings,
Significance,
Universe,
World
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