SerenadeOmega

understanding thought (philosophy) recorded for the ages (literature) codified and compressed into dense symbols (mathematics) for the purpose of understanding reality (science) to then control it (engineering) for our desires and passions (art) But to what end? (philosophy) Ouroboros.

Lies in the bed, Lost in the dream, Effervescent scene of paradise unfolds. The swaths of the cloth drawn close around, Wrapping the form of the dreamer aloft. Careless and free, lifted to skies of airy peace devoid of fear. Reaching for sun, but when found it reveals the darkness here. Coiled around sleeping child shadows nuzzle frozen form willingly assumed to surmount trials blooming out of war. Lands are ravaged, people restless, each one longs for greener fields, where all are free and freedom rings from the bells of long gone years. In the minds of nappers napping walls are torn and freedom rings, from the mountains p

To love does not mean to be blind to love is to broaden horizons, never narrow them For it is love that furthers knowledge and understanding, growth and fellowship, peace and compassion, with a lack of love blinding just as badly as a misunderstanding of love, for a love which blinds is not love. Only infatuation.

I remember when everything seemed easier than now, So long ago at it feels like but a wisp of memory. Recalling times in my childhood years, tossed about inside, Tumbling like leaves in the wind, strewn about within Crevices of myself, containing fragments of who I was, Minute keys to the future of who I would become. Looking back to the first friends I had, no secrets to keep, Never looking back, wondering if there was something more. Reflecting on days long gone, before problems like Fears, concerns, worries about what others see in me, Placed alongside what they seen in the world itself, Predating all these aspects of my life a

Laying in bed staring up at the ceiling, Staring at the dots above like drifting clouds, Cool air circulating around me: Calm, cool darkness permeates the air. Birds drifting across the sky, an endless wave of wings a-flutter, streaking across a mass of clouds, suspended like marshmallows floating in a sea of hot chocolate. Blue stolid planes of shifting silence moving across the celestial sphere. Closing in around my head, forms of suffocating fear. Crushing... heavy... cold. Head resting on a pillow of stone. Arms folded across my chest. All is still - lost within the dark night.

A ray of light falls from the window perched above, within the wall, glass shut tight to bar the shadows, drapes drawn in to bar the cold. Intensified by the lofty lens, the pungent stream cuts through to earth, where lie those who dwell in darkness, knowing not of wisdom's worth. Pierce the eyes of drifting wanderers, shifting through the mire of men, lifting them from muck to substance, blinding them to earth's entrapments, shattered past now burns away, melted down and cast anew, giving life from death's decay. Insulated from life's quarrels many now would call him mad, rebuilding life now brick by brick, nothing left of