Chaos

Chaos is many things  
it can be a void of nothingness  
Or two entities  
with two different perspectives  
that clash and  
create confusion or creation  
After this chaos I am reminded and can  
Not help to compare  
this situation to a nuclear bomb
Going off
 
I feel as though  
our forces caused me  
to die physically and spiritually  
and resurrect me  
like a phoenix from the ashes  
 
Truthfully I’m not pleased with the results  
What’s the point  
everything in this world is vanity
 
The pass few days  
all I can think of  
was finding a new  
purpose of self satisfactory
Becoming a  
continual architect of my world
 with a sword gripped in my right hand
 with Gods law written on it  
in my left hand  
gripping various colored roses  
They were chosen to be  
a representation of anything  
That looks good must die
Anything good anything  
edible anything  
that is promising
 can be cast away
 and thrown away  
into the void of nothingness  
Called Chaos
A destructive force that if it can be embraced  
It would be like a sword forged in fire  
A solid truth that could be never called a liar  
Gather round and see a  
chaos that paved a way  
for creation and truth to shine
 in the middle of Chaos
 
Chaos a expression  
of one’s own limit to walk in truth  
Truth is  a race and so is chaos  
To be a time limit  
So don’t waste time  
but live every day to reach  
your highest prime  
Don’t wait till Chaos grips your mind  
and engulfs you into a pit of neuropathy  
Don’t let it be your demise  
But grab hold and embrace  
All the moments
 The good the bad  
and be properly forged into  
The proper Chaos
That changes lives
“For there to be creation there has to be chaos”