UnbornBuddha
11-30-2016, 11:14 PM
The axial skeleton of the earth is turning
Circular spiraling of the universal forces.
The Dao in formless orbit
Cosmic dance, swirling yin yang into order;
Hundreds of big bang sparks blasting into life
the emergence of matter.
The positive and negative charges of atoms.
Electromagnetic consciousness patterns
That began the path to omniscient madness.
Dark curtains veiling my mental orifices, hence
My existential anxiety over my senseless origin.
A trembling warrior raising his executioner sword again.
Battle scars engraved around my organism, a dysphoric prison.
As the nightmare of apocalypse distorts my vision,
A world without a single flower in it depicted.
Nothing to do, but curl into a ball and then listen
To the sounds that ripple rhythmically in silence.
I’m but a blip that questions if infinity the highest
Apex of the maximal analogy. A mathematical fallacy
Anyone can see is a fragmentary fraction from our galaxy.
I’m society’s incompatible anarchy
That subsists in the back streets of the city
Where Harley Quinn takes acid to look pretty.
It’s all a big contorted circus!
Snake charmer making love to his subservient serpent
Gyrating their forms into celestial arrangement
From Nautilus seashells to twinkling star placement.
So shut up and shuffle your cards and play them.
For only experience can quell an artist’s craving.
That’s why my wife is in a hospital bed in a foreign country,
while the head nurse folds her Japanese crane origami
In her last moments, we hold hands and stare into the sunset
Its rays of light making our eyes conscious
Making us utterly aware of this moment’s contents.
Death as the biochemical curse
That slowly makes the flow in our vessels inert.
Heartbreak is the lone rose pedal on the floor,
The feeling of tiptoeing, yet still stepping onto thorns
And contracting an infection that enters the core.
Circular spiraling of the universal forces.
The Dao in formless orbit
Cosmic dance, swirling yin yang into order;
Hundreds of big bang sparks blasting into life
the emergence of matter.
The positive and negative charges of atoms.
Electromagnetic consciousness patterns
That began the path to omniscient madness.
Dark curtains veiling my mental orifices, hence
My existential anxiety over my senseless origin.
A trembling warrior raising his executioner sword again.
Battle scars engraved around my organism, a dysphoric prison.
As the nightmare of apocalypse distorts my vision,
A world without a single flower in it depicted.
Nothing to do, but curl into a ball and then listen
To the sounds that ripple rhythmically in silence.
I’m but a blip that questions if infinity the highest
Apex of the maximal analogy. A mathematical fallacy
Anyone can see is a fragmentary fraction from our galaxy.
I’m society’s incompatible anarchy
That subsists in the back streets of the city
Where Harley Quinn takes acid to look pretty.
It’s all a big contorted circus!
Snake charmer making love to his subservient serpent
Gyrating their forms into celestial arrangement
From Nautilus seashells to twinkling star placement.
So shut up and shuffle your cards and play them.
For only experience can quell an artist’s craving.
That’s why my wife is in a hospital bed in a foreign country,
while the head nurse folds her Japanese crane origami
In her last moments, we hold hands and stare into the sunset
Its rays of light making our eyes conscious
Making us utterly aware of this moment’s contents.
Death as the biochemical curse
That slowly makes the flow in our vessels inert.
Heartbreak is the lone rose pedal on the floor,
The feeling of tiptoeing, yet still stepping onto thorns
And contracting an infection that enters the core.