POEMS: (7)

Scientifically examined;

The world is describable,

Definable.

Scientifically examined;

We are humans beings,

With emotions,

Simply caused by chemicals.

Scientifically examined;

Everything is explainable.

There is a reason for everything,

Behind everything.

Scientifically examined;

Every question has a theory.

Every answer is either right or wrong.

But scientifically examined;

There also is the nothing and the everything,

The possible voids and black holes in space,

And the known matter of space.

It is scientifically examined.          

Music;

Revel in its power,

Its emotions,

And its strength.

Music;

Pure speech,

And mind-blowing.

Destructive,

But creative.

Music;

Underestimated.

The low bass,

Growing,

Within you.

A people united,

A wave of movement.

Music;

The sounds that we hear,

Forever known.

Simply waiting to be discovered,

And rediscovered endlessly.

The power of music, 

Still not fully known,

Or appreciated.

Music.

Forever there;

Never going.

An endless period of time.

An endless state of mind,

An endless series of emotions.

Continuous and everlasting,

There always.

Until broken,

The slow motion ceasing.

But a charm holds still,

And this is no exception.

Once you are bound by it,

The power grows and begins to control you.

The strength is undeniable,

And resistant,

But it too is a power.

A greater thing.

Timelessness,

We all know it,

And suffer from it.

It is simply a matter of recognising it,

And using it as a shield.

Sub-consciously conscious.

Unconsciously sub-conscious.

Consciously unconscious.

Unaware of objects,

Of other beings in the surrounds.

Unable to look, and see.

Eyes weary, burred,

Shot through with detachment.

Looking at the world with eyes that fail to comprehend,

Fail to truly see and understand.

Emotions,

They become your fuel and your food.

But also the poison that is killing you.

Killing you slowly,

Painfully,

Drawing out your energy,

And your mind.

Emotions,

They play with fire, 

The fire of your mind.

Heat;

Running down my body,

Rivets and torrents of boiling hot water.

Bright red,

My arms and my legs,

Brilliant blue,

My veins and my mind.

Shimmering red,

The blood that drips from my fingers,

And runs down the drain.

Rubied and golden,

My mind flutters between the conscious and the subconscious.

My body numb and electric with tingling from the heat.

I wonder,

As I gasp,

For cool, cold breath,

Why I am doing this,

Why I am punishing myself.

And then I realise,

That I am doing this for preparation, 

For it will much worse than this, 

And I have to be ready for it.

I shower,

The cool night air,

Floating through the open window.

Still covered with undried drops of water,

I step into this glorious air,

Engulfing myself with it.

Wearing nothing but the night sky,

I look into the kaleidoscope of stars above my head,

And ponder the very existence of mankind,

And wonder about the universe.

My body now dry and free,

I laugh and dance to the tune of the stars,

To the beat of the world turning ‘round and ‘round.

I lie,

Laughing and crying like a hysterical madman.

I lay there,

Undiscovered until the morning,

When I had already left this world.

And my body,

Cold and clammy,

Is awoken by searing sirens

The winds of time;

Always changing,

And ever shifting.

Windblown and scarred,

My mind drifts with this wind.

Thoughts arise and gather pace with the growing wind,

And contemplations follow.

I sigh,

My body relinquished to the wind,

Now numb and limp,

Fading yet growing in strength,

My eyes,

They weep blood and cry tears of joy at the same time.

Now,

My mind and my eyes float far away,

Into thoughts and contemplations.

And into the greater deepness.