Stagnant Chaos Meets a Resonant Rebuke

PART I: ILLUSION OF STAGNATION

Springful Stagnant Growth

Life’s Equilibrium

Motion paradox

PART II: ODE TO CHAOS

Can you hear me in this chaos?

Can you lend a hand to guide me through this darkness?

I call to gods who don’t answer

Help me; I’m scared

Dumb, Deaf, Blind, Yet here I stand:

I need a guide.

I need a guide.

I need a guide.

Cast away the demons that draw blinds over my world, I need a guide.

Are you still here? The storm deafens my ears, I need a guide!

Who am I but me and my darkened soul!

Unfit to light others in my darkened world

Sullied by this pitiful & lifeless domain : pagan with a darkened role

Set my ashes ablaze and set me free

Guide me to a world I’d yearn fit to see.

PART III: RESONANCE

I exist in perpetual non existence

Where I am here and not

The flesh I bear both flawless and rot

I am but the paradoxical resonance

The family that is, was, and never will be

Being made physical yet you cannot see me

I am the universe

And what is all but not

Like a string of 1’s and 0’s

Both villain and hero

A cancer that both takes and gives life

Crippling oneness and lovers made to fall

I am one and yet two

The calf and the ox

Your local walking paradox

The resonant shadow of life.

PART IV: CELESTIAL REBUKE

I seek heaven's embrace

But she is too shy

For my gaze falls on her

but her’s , not to mine

And her withdrawal leaves me

Earthbound

Our souls— sundered like sky and sea.

I sought the sun's radiance

But I... she despised

So she cast me in darkness

With my reckoning surmised

And My body left in shambles

Our voices— separated by time and space.

I weeped for moon’s comfort

But she had no time

So I was left within darkness

I was left without crime

I was made farda—lonesome

Our selves parted like body and mind.

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