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Where's god?
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Where's god? |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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I am dead A part of a vastness made of consciousnesses Spaced over an area the size of an atom Yet spread over the entirety of the infinite universe On the earth phantasms fill the skies In your room on your street in your mind I have seen that which cannot be understood by the human mind The rules here are different The laws are nil and the secrets are found instantaneously We are the secrets and the answers to the questions We are the electricity that flows in your bulb And the power that pushes your fingers to movement I said the rules here are different I have no eyes to see or limbs to touch our tong to taste So how do I exist? That enigma is one not easily explained And one known by the eastern monks by trade Instead of words to speak we speak in tones and shades We are the kind that need not express expressions fade Black wholes are what we fear we fear the singularity And to die forever in the blackness bright blinding Its pull will force a soul from eons so care is taken To not fall forever and die truly Whipped clean into the darkness ever blinding The “gods” are guards they keep the sane from evil Not human like or even from this reality Not creators not all knowing not caring Only fools would believe in divine kings that make We fear them and love them and know them They are the keepers of the grove, the shepards Death is a feeling like no other At first it’s dark and seen with nonexistence standing And the incapability to understand New senses form and kill the old Infinite time passes and the death of all once known Yet kept in seconds forever not to change It is the ever changing that fears one most Discovery is at every change of thought Discoveries of the new form of thought and consciousness Like an acid trip without a body forever with minds connected to everyone But eventually as all fogs do this fog is lifted A distraction a mere pinch before you wake And so it is, the awakening began the end of breaths Our very touch does send you a shiver And our appearance makes fear a touch Tangible as ideas are to us But you don’t fear us you fear what our powers are Can we harm or kill or posses We are but the observing, as you are the observing We are nothing more than the chill that’s living on the wind Nothing more and nothing less After death I realized it’s nothing divine Perhaps divine in terror Divine in the absence of pain and pleasure Divine in only thought and consciousness No god to grab hold of or be grabbed Held neither loosely or tight, but not and drifting Truly this is at first divine in its terror But like all things frightening this terror will pass Leading to the eventual eternal, ever drifting ever thinking ever conscious Forever I have in my travels seen the spaces not known The realities that are not based solely on existence They are the places that confuse confusion And tie down the racing soul into a kind of thinking torture Where every second is a new universe explored a million times Where each turn the thoughts are different and understandings are distorted But this lasts not forever in fact they last but seconds The portal is a moving one that traps then slips away But afterwards the experience will change a mind From knowing what it is to be to not knowing what at all Time was made And so it has been told to me that time will have an end Where all will stop and start again because time in time comes back This is how it is, as humans cannot tell But we do, we are kept forever in the Polaroid till time begins again Every hundred years or so the time stream will collapse For time is so unstable that it falls apart at seams So often that the Polaroid is more often than the stream My observations should not be taken lightly When you’re here you will forget For your memories will be lost as your brain will be forgotten But in time you’ll realize once living breathing being That your life was pleasant and now its not As death has such surprises Like the constant changing of a home Moving state to state for a lifetime leaves one wasted And so death leaves all souls so tired for we never dream Our minds are always racing And our essence always gone Never home and never happy Never finding whom we loved Always crying without tears for we know not who we are And finding slow that times will go and leave us on the side That our life will always ‘bide And our searching for a god will end once stopped and saddened But cheer up its not all that bad I am the two-toed wanderer |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
I do believe you are gifted with more than just a wondrous ability to flow words and ideas together into a stream beyond the ordinary. Several lines of brilliance could be highlighted, but suffice it to say...I shall taste this piece again later, byte by byte. I also love the twist of warm humor you ended this with, a signature trait of yours. for now  you are such a joy to read |
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