Split

Life split into two realities The ground bursts with energy In form of green blooms Flowers with hues Too many to name Children run madly Intoxicated with youth Discoveries to be found Everyday inside old truths Refreshed when uncovered Sun glows cosmic red As it retreats turning The sky navy to set the scene For the moon and stars Light years away yet close     Then, the world spins         The soil is dry with         Brown sticks embedded         Flowers once juicy now brittle         Monotoned with death         Children lost before play         Died while ripe on the vine         Never had a chance         To decide whether life         Is curse or gift         Grey clouds cover sky         Until dusk when it fades         Descending even more into black         Staring at the stars         Making you feel small and helpless     These are just two planes     Of the same reality     If sensitive, you'll feel both     Chaos trying to decide which is true     Both is why the most tortured souls     Hide inside a beautiful mind     It stings, it's so magnificent     It stings, it's so gruesome     Maybe one day both with strike     Together to pull forth peace     Into the split level perception     Become one and clear     To find an intersection     Of extreme planes     May bring order to     Anarchy of judgements     Will let me rest     Maybe one day     Not yet Written December 26th, 2001 © on Dec 26 2001 03:42 AM PST   0 • 10