I am Becoming Not.
Wasting away with the singular,
Empowering, He, the titular
Man of Wisdom.
Thence denouncing the God of Reason
As Thy transformation rip Thee
To pieces of never ending conformity.
Abandoning the mind,
Raising the soul,
Through which, the pain of loss,
Drives He to convince,
Conceive, and deceive
The prior aspirations
That once supported
The search for understanding
Now Thy sit and wonder
What is most important?
Not Becoming?
Or Becoming Not?

It's the symbolism of nature
That defines us
It speaks a loud truth
That only the blind refuse to see
The balance of life
And its complexity
Such as our binary coupling
Like an algebraic formula
Which cannot exist
Absent the many variables
Restricting the reflexivity
Of emotions that do not adhere
To our everyday functionality
Systematically understanding
Love is the value of the whole
While appreciating the part
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You have had my heart
Right from the start
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Nature's art

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Today my brain is addled
Fogged by memories
Forged in fire
Searing the madness
That quenches the sadness
Of a life absent control
And a love present in soul
Yet steam continues to rise
As my eyes struggle to focus
My vision of you is hardened
Into a sharpened blade
Given deadly purpose
For this reason
You tower above all others
Providing me the means
To erase my haze
Simultaneously
Illuminating the night
So we might wield the day
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Entropy is increasing
Slowly reducing order to disorder
Like all things must
As confirmed by thermodynamics
And witnessed by aging
To the point where all things
Weather,
Wither,
Die.
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Alive­.
Love,
Loss,
Is the malady of experience;
A means to interpret energy
Such that
Whatever choices
You must face
The first law is final:

One conversion
No waste

The shell falls
Following the boom
Where everything is still in motion
Like a whispy smoke trail
Rising steadily from an iron chamber
Or the shock received from an expected impact
That brings attention to the action
Down the sights
As a slight ringing bombards the senses
Into a state of catatonic ambiguation
It becomes clear that the target set
Is wholly unaffected
By the decision to shoot
In turn
Reducing the validity of the attempt
Yet it is not a wasted round
But grounds to attempt another shot
And another
Until the bullet hits the mark
Which is metaphorically
Your heart
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Failure is not an option
So we try
Try again

The symmetry of the soul is lost on me
There are no straight lines between
Right and wrong
It is asymmetry
That leads me to conclude
Morality exists above the laws
Attainable only to the few that understand
Truth is a prelude
Or a lovely ode
Dissonant in its ever changing nature
To the point that it alludes
Even the holiest codes
As I sit here on my throne
And consider this crooked reality
Never to be certain
Philosophy is my home
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It is through uncertainty
Where we certainly
Feel alive enough
To ask the question
Why?

In one hour
There is 60 minutes
That's 3600 seconds!
Or 3600 thoughts!
Within 60 minutes
Of one hour

We all have our demons
That we attempt to bury
In the depths of purgatory
But like these sins
The path to cleanliness
Of the soul
Requires us to confront
Each individual devil
On that sanctimonious ground
Where every decision
Is laid out in well ordered
Pews
Both chronologically
And systematically
Arranged
So that each ghoul
Sits and stares at you
Silently reminiscent
As we ponder their ghosts

Although I remember
The first time we met
Its like a dream
That parallels into an alternate
Reality
Starting fresh with every morning
Call of the midnight whippoorwill
Announcing the coming
Of a red sky sunrise
Revealing your beauty
In magnificence
And splendor
That only the heavens may hope
To rival

Yet you are more than a deity
You possess a characteristic
Even the moon cannot equate
Like a stone made up
From a myriad of colors
But only presenting gray
Such that
A midnight eclipse
Pales in comparison
To your touch
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Then the memory returns
As night becomes day
I see you
My love in light
Is here to stay

The dissonant chime rolled over the distant mountains
.
A chain peaked and capped in the reflective white sheen of never-dying ice
.
Reverberating to the tune of loneliness in a sensual duet between the wind
.
Where every gust unites the pallette into such a beautiful harmony
.
That the range can't help but to announce it's existence to the world
.
In cadence like a sweet symphony tuning to the pitch of A
...
Before the start of the first movement
...
The Earth begins to tremble
...
In ode to the Spine of the World

The wave breaks loose
Upon its apex
Sending a simmering shower of sparkles
Racing down its arching crest
Like a woman in the throws of passion
Lost within this flow of action
Is the hydrogen particles
Bonded to oxygen
Providing the H to the O
And the 2 to the two
Water is formed
A covalent brew

As the cannon erupts
The death knell tolls
Signaling the end of the war
Within myself
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For by sheer proximity
I am unable to maintain
A loving focus
No matter how trivial the pain
My weapon is set to automatic
Never stopping to reload
Ignoring every misfire
Intending to be the hero
Of one scarred with wear
Wary of the burdens that weaken
Even the greatest of men
So I take flight
When normalcy arrives
Terrified of the notions
Where memories reside
Preferable to heaven
And the wings upon which
Angel's fly
For it hath become demonic
Lamenting in it's path
Through death and destruction
A heart protecting gas mask
That chokes and restrains
The natural enmity
Between wants and needs
Which steadily reigns my dreams
Into focus
Before I can corrupt your inherent Beauty
With anger and greed
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Some people never leave the battlefield
Others just bring it home with them
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We are constant combatants
In a war that cannot be won
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The saboteur
Of the one

"What have I done?"
He asked of the darkness
"The light has abandoned me"

"You have broken your covenant with morality"
"There is no light for those whom lie to themselves"

That voice...
Emanating from the pitch
Rolling ink igniting his mind
No control...

"What is broken is me!"
"Morality hath forsaken my heart and sent me to a love I cannot handle"

Three chimes...
It was the only warning he had
Before his mind became that of coal
No sight...

"You have failed yourself and for that I have no pity"
"Those who wear masks suffer the wrath of absence"

Then nothing...
There was no sound, no light, no dark
All fell into a casual monotony
His purgatory...