PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The Design
The intricate webs of connections, vast among the eyes reach. The foreshadowing of logic, intelligence, purpose, and life. We gaze upon the imperfection with a certainty. Questioning is to dementia as darkness is to a blind man. The perfect scheme within a scheme that results in the cycle we know and believe. You were born in materialism; you will die in such the same fashion. An egotistical paradise to flaunt ones faults, to exaggerate insecurities you love to hate. The very moment the sperm reached the egg and fertilized the core of enlightenment, you branched outwards with beauty. The birth into the destructive phase that is present in all mentalities is the moment you lost self. Who is self is a question that egos abroad refuse to acknowledge. Lost in a lethargic state of muddled wellbeing, we dwell in ignorance. Perhaps our fate is preset as the awakening and descending order of conciseness proceeds. There is no excuse for wickedness, the same goes about the loss of intellect. The actuality resides internally, always. The path to illumination is simply the act of finding that light. So I say to excuses of elitist control, prevention of a common cold is inevitable, but treatment is viable. The love I have for the parents who conceived my flawed being is the love I have for everyone. My enemies damn me with every chance possible, but I look upon the eyes of a severed connection of affection with adoration.
You are me, I am you. One is all, all is one.