poem
Life’s song
The song of life is short and long, never ending with its endless cords. The song is beautiful, transcending, accelerating, and seemingly never ending. This song is horrifying, descending, halting, and tragically short. What I speak of isn’t singular, yet it never seems to be anything but alone.
Life’s’ song I heard it time and again, different rhymes with ups and downs transcending into bliss, and descents into what can only be told as a personal hell within its own cord, traveling throughout the darkest of soul parts and reveling within them for their existence is the dark side of the bliss that is unimaginably tied within the same thread on the underside of the dividing line of energy.
I reminisce on my personal song, the singular piece of the song that is eternal, and I wonder what my part truly is. I can feel the songs and cords that are going on and it’s crowded to say the least, hard to understand though there is reason and maybe once I can get the picture of the whole section of life’s song and admire how it flows, almost planned dance of life, and energy without its parts knowing what they have to do to fit in and yet it flows perfectly and becomes stronger for it all.
I wonder if I shall know the bliss of the other side, sensing and living the energies that flow on the lighter side of emotional desires.
The song of life is short and long, never ending with its endless cords. The song is beautiful, transcending, accelerating, and seemingly never ending. This song is horrifying, descending, halting, and tragically short. What I speak of isn’t singular, yet it never seems to be anything but alone.
Life’s’ song I heard it time and again, different rhymes with ups and downs transcending into bliss, and descents into what can only be told as a personal hell within its own cord, traveling throughout the darkest of soul parts and reveling within them for their existence is the dark side of the bliss that is unimaginably tied within the same thread on the underside of the dividing line of energy.
I reminisce on my personal song, the singular piece of the song that is eternal, and I wonder what my part truly is. I can feel the songs and cords that are going on and it’s crowded to say the least, hard to understand though there is reason and maybe once I can get the picture of the whole section of life’s song and admire how it flows, almost planned dance of life, and energy without its parts knowing what they have to do to fit in and yet it flows perfectly and becomes stronger for it all.
I wonder if I shall know the bliss of the other side, sensing and living the energies that flow on the lighter side of emotional desires.