Solid earth lies at the end of seas.
Upon the opposite lies mist
Shaped to mimic the features of land,
that parallels it's shores.
The land that stretches in infinite swathes
hold features of near infinite potentials.
It brims with life which Terraformed
seeded with matter diverse of make-up.
Beyond the seas, in the land of mist
Enigma innumerable hide within the cloud.
Its features rocky, rife with questions
Of what could be under its cloak.
Will one day be we find the truth
Of what is found in the veil of wonder?
Possibly; it is but fantasy,
Personified by fallacy
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 6:47 PM UTC
Living a life from moment to moment
Devoid of feeling and shame. A person is fervent
Full of passion and craze,
That life holds no meaning and phase.
In stochastic rhythm, embedded in wit,
One finds a serious hymn, that life has bit
In illogical fit, from the **** of reason and fate.
Fate where man loses his name,
To a more sinister and manipulative beast,
That seeks to tame his composure;
And quell him with an abundance of exposure
So the soul of the next can feast.
It is not radiation or something of ill will,
But a being more accepting, that eats the source of thrill.
For what is the beast, but the evolution of progression
The child of reason and though. That brings evolution
To the forethought of man with intent to pursue in full
The need to place ban on the will of human
So that the transition can be quelling and soothe.
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 8:53 PM UTC