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Taken on Stanford University Campus
May 2010 |
we hold our demons within tips
of bruised fingers,
they become contemplations
to some sacred reality,
we call it religion…
madness appears in forms
of wicked temptation
from one soul’s thoughts,
we concede reality in silence,
it became surreal…
is there something real
to tomorrow’s iniquities?
confessional chambers fill
with delusional masses
of the guilted answering “yes”…
there is no redemption
to man’s foresight
when lost in some abysmal bliss
of a decadent destruction,
we become more maddening than wise…
the philosophical destruction
of the mind,
our souls know no more
than what the brain once held
in secret...
it is merely nothing
compared to our reality,
and yet we prayed
to our gods
for redemption…
yet we knew there was nothing
more beyond “the now,”
and limitations we saw within confines
of mental capacities
Look into our eyes…
or her eyes,
your eyes,
and my eyes,
they are windows to our souls,
yet we still do not understand…
the mind is the connection
between the self,
the soul,
and the non-living,
or is “the now” our only true being?
our existence? our forevermore?
which may be nothing more
than the mind’s ability
trying to comprehend
the incomprehensibleness of infinity…
and yet we define madness and religion,
as the same.
oh dear God,
is it the same?
please tell me no…
a silence echoed
through the night,
it was hollow,
more hollow than
i have ever heard before………..
EjG
