Tag: pain

Stream of my Hurt

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It was the sleep of my pain,

Boredom to the eyes of my mind

Innocently plagued by words

My heart was in a hurry to laugh

So much, so little

Much knowledge making my world dizzy

I struggle with the molecule of my biology

No one dares to believe mere opinions

Yet so convincing is the history of labelled organisms

Gene against gene; the war of microbial intelligence

Alas, it is no choice in freedom

Destiny was given a vague definition in brief eternity

The beginning of an ending

Everyone listening for the treasure of scores

Well, all my ribo hear the voice of a transfer

It’s no D or N that makes an A relevant

All I want is to keep my cosmos simple and free

Striking taps of buttons

Intimidating the loneliness of my simplicity

My hand never mind, do what only your eyes cry out for

Write out the letters of your heart

Never care if you are all alone

Besides, your before, during and after are all up to you and you alone.

The Sweet Pain of my Perception

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Such a view of an undulating universe, the stars singing to the melody of photons;

Not scared or intimidated to shine in quite beautiful darkness;

It’s never an “anyone for himself” in the outer cosmos,

Rather a connection beyond the definition of gravity;

Would I have wished to be among the constellations;

All embedded in a blend of uninterrupted serenity;

What a privilege to behold the majesty of a misunderstood dimension without a voice for an explanation;

By chance, I would earn a minute conversation with nature itself.

Would I dare to ask “Are these all about you alone”? Should I believe so?

Indeed, faith to believe in nothing or even in something, either way, is a risk to believe in anything;

What an oceanic risk, everyone asserts a belief, now and beyond;

Yet a Being treated with absolute unapologetic disdain seemingly without a logical voice?

Must I defend something or “someone” with an abstract rationale?

Ja, let me choose rhema after logos in the fullness of bio and technikos;

This is the sweet pain of my perception.

Too Young to Cry?

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A young boy cries and no one asks why?

What a beautiful morning to receive an invitation in the living mailbox of my being;

It was a call from the royal chambers of history, a beckoning to attend a symposium of thoughts;

What a radical diversity to watch races of feelings all gallantly dressed in the attires of a rich past;

Uber, what a moment to click the start button of my tear gland with an electric impulse of sight;

A beholding of a gorgeous thought smeared all over with a fragrance of pain, deep pain;

Soon, she approached me with a smile and took me for a walk through the woods of my past;

A strange morning indeed it was for a little child loved beyond love itself by a selfless mother;

To take a glance at his true jewel on bended knees of silent pain and sudden lameness;

Is this happening? My only mother precisely struck with a dart of stroke;

A supposed roadblock in an innocent neuron within the city of her precious brain;

Her bulgy eyes of red collide with my watery channels of sight, a message sent to me;

“I love you, son” remains the undeniable picture of her wildered countenance;

The doors of my ears flung open to the faintest voice in my cosmos “Call your Dad for me”;

My emotional adrenaline charged up, my body quickened by grief, and my feet put to flight;

Soon, a myriad of dark days and bright nights, my young heart in the cradle of daily sorrows;

“Why, just why my mother?”, the naïve cry of love echoes through the dimensions of time,

Indeed the universe wailed with a loud voice saying “this boy is too young to cry”.