Define Infinity wrote:
Well, some interesting theories. But the thing that has always bothered me was the matter of time. The matter of space and infinity (as you can tell by my ID). My theory is, there is no ending nor beginning to this existence. It is just a never-ending procedure. And after life... we shall come again in another world. Who knows what there is out of space.
Whoever that can contemplate that matter of time and mass can have an answer,
"...Getting behind the gates of creation and entering the abysses of time to medidate on the theory of chaos."(taking from one of Nehemah's albums).
And the little sentence after every single post is my definition of life, taken out from one of my other poems.
Here's a poem about this unknown life that I wrote:
Yearning for a New Dimension
What beauty… of hope and love?
Love of divinity and Gnostics,
Love for a kind.
An embrace of no-other,
A beauty of confusion and darkness.
Of darkness I fear,
Of ignorance I fear,
Of thy I fear,
Of me, I fear,
Of eyes of unknown I fear, the eyes that vomit time by time.
Of animosity I fear,
Of ambivalent I fear,
Of invariability I fear,
Of the confirms I fear,
Of dismays I laugh,
And then… I devour.
I anticipate the depths and reach out for the light,
I see a gloom of God, Endurance, and suffocation,
A tendency to my flesh as I reach for the sign of the cross,
And for salvation…
I repent to an unknown God,
But realize there is only a mortal of I in the castigation of the hand made God.
As I drink to antidote of conflict...
I reach the top again but it seems just a rotation as the immortal circle is deceiving me…
But what can I contemplate more than this?
…That I’m just an invaded creature of Obscurity and dementia.
Embers of me blow away by the wind of hyena,
The Wind… that makes me yearn for a new perspective.
Cheers and Hail To you fuckin' warriors,
Embrace Death...
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