The heart bleeds as the sun rises, every day a new wedge, deeper drives; all around, there is mayhem, nothing surprises. As a father sings a lullaby to his little one, and a mother narrates a story of valour and pride: voices echo in the dark, deepening the existing divide. Most are sleepwalking through life, zombies caught in a vortex that demeans humanity and thus thrives. Constantly looking for the deviant and pliant mind, hungry waves catch on, spreading far and wide. Strange are times, devolving at high tide, awash with a notion that hatred shall help derive, answers to everything that has forever eluded mankind. We are our own enemies, hurtling toward disaster with increasing speed, our nemesis clearly defined. #SrKmusings #poetry #refuge #harmony
Intricate, articulate...adorned, embellished...aiming toward perfection, or a need to achieve, something spurs one on, looking for the unique ...what is it that urges man to push the envelope, what is that says go on in spite of everything...engraved in stone, etched in one's psyche, the music emerges in different hues from palettes divine...manifesting in a silhouette or a dream...drawing from, 'I am therefore I think...or I think therefore I am'....
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