Time is a translucent line filled with copious conceptions.
Sorrow begs happiness; Melancholy bleeds joviality.
Guilt tempts innocence; Surrealism blurs general reality.
Anti-matter antagonizes matter;
Evil destroys good;
Humans murder the humane.
The spectrum of life fades
As the fragmentary imagination disintegrates,
Causing double vision to complicate the unknown figure
Enveloped by a triangular effigy of black and white artistry
Painting a diminished gray portrait
Of prejudice drawn by the dawn of man’s
Hemorrhaging brain lost in theory
While a fragmented soul searches for
Peace of mind.
Our Republic cries for the spirit to rock
This minute human circus high from a jagged mountain point
As six circles plead mercifully for democracy to set them free
From Infinity’s chaotic cosmic flight
Tripping amidst a psychedelic sea.
Mortal meditations,
Hidden deep within the human confine,
Bring forth ideas and opinions—
Conjectures of the soul.
An explosion of intense devotion
Flowing with a passionate artistry.
Burning poetic stanza—
Written with the immeasurable spirit of woman and man.
Sketched by the constant will of life,
Chiseled by the immortal cosmic clock.
Painted with a multitude of water, oil and acrylic colors
Orated by a plethora of uncommon and familiar dialect.
An active link between past, present and future,
As Mankind hangs in the throes of
Chaos and strife,
Hope and desire,
Freewill and complacency…
Such is the thesis of Humanity.
