02-23-2013, 06:12 PM
Hello fellow Light Bringers. I would like to share this little poem I wrote a while back, I realize now it was a great subconscious catalyst. Thank you for taking part in all of this. Adonai
DNA
Tragic miscalculations form the sky , it connects one point to the other in the void of their lives , shapes the constellations of a new dawn.
A reflection forms the ground between what they wish to be Heaven and what they fear to be Hell.
They’re stuck , they’re trapped on a giant ball of confusion , in between the four walls of seclusion.
When does it end and when will it begin , they ask themselvs in evolution.
It’s in the darkness that there forms a spark , a little rupture in the veil of the unknown that grows into an explosive light.
It blinds the cosmos , it paralyzes systems, pulls them in a spiral , it tears them apart , not before they are born , clash and die.
It’s a long and arduous process of sickness trapped in the sweetest moment of immortality…
Please, release me…
Into another shape and form that seems to be standing above it all,
A parallel image of what it truly is and what it truly means to be
The One !
The power that rises from it all , it wraps me up and it shelters me, it punishes and saves me from myself, by myself.
It makes it hard for me to recognize the being, when there’s two , fighting just for one…
When I heard the voices , they whispered me a long time ago that in life we unite, but now everything I touch just divides
Allocated cold calculations, direct and principled lines of separation
They break into the dark , below our feet , divide the ground between our fates.
It splits us again from the one, to the many.
And I have heard the silence, it was so loud
I choose to live
If anybody has anything in this spectrum to share, I would be happy to read it and learn [/font]
DNA
Tragic miscalculations form the sky , it connects one point to the other in the void of their lives , shapes the constellations of a new dawn.
A reflection forms the ground between what they wish to be Heaven and what they fear to be Hell.
They’re stuck , they’re trapped on a giant ball of confusion , in between the four walls of seclusion.
When does it end and when will it begin , they ask themselvs in evolution.
It’s in the darkness that there forms a spark , a little rupture in the veil of the unknown that grows into an explosive light.
It blinds the cosmos , it paralyzes systems, pulls them in a spiral , it tears them apart , not before they are born , clash and die.
It’s a long and arduous process of sickness trapped in the sweetest moment of immortality…
Please, release me…
Into another shape and form that seems to be standing above it all,
A parallel image of what it truly is and what it truly means to be
The One !
The power that rises from it all , it wraps me up and it shelters me, it punishes and saves me from myself, by myself.
It makes it hard for me to recognize the being, when there’s two , fighting just for one…
When I heard the voices , they whispered me a long time ago that in life we unite, but now everything I touch just divides
Allocated cold calculations, direct and principled lines of separation
They break into the dark , below our feet , divide the ground between our fates.
It splits us again from the one, to the many.
And I have heard the silence, it was so loud
I choose to live
If anybody has anything in this spectrum to share, I would be happy to read it and learn [/font]