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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”
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”
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