Life for everyone has questions. Some want to know the meaning of life; Some just question everything. Others only question their existence – as deep as that seems, it’s many lonely voices calling from the heart. Identity is key to happiness.
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Music: zero-project
Stars
We look up to the stars
and wish to play among the heavens
We are performing fools in mortal form
to a universe that beckons
Cut us up in paper strips
laugh and cry and then burn us
Souls leave this prison of a planet
once the body is superfluous
Tears prickle
and bite
and sting
even though the heart knows that fool is risen
We are all acting
looking up to be forgiven
one ASYLUM
I found myself looking up to the stars after finishing my first book of emotive words. Feeling I’d said too much, my mood was guilt and questioning. Questioning has always been a problem for me.
My thought was, My second book of emotive words will be different.
Mr. Hyde thought the same, Be confronting… you’re good at it.
I’ve surveyed a journey of true discovery. When I say ‘discovery’ my findings where the missing parts to a conundrum I’d given up on a long time ago.
Mr. Hyde persuaded me to use my new found knowledge, to say all that has been hidden in my emotional depth. Again, I find myself writing words of love (I can be quite passionate when I choose to be), while at times spitting vengeance in found truths. I hold no excuses for what’s said.
There is no obligation for my emotive words to be understandable, or to try to be.
I believe the poem belongs to the reader, but if you would like to know my reason for my words then read between the [brackets] for information, clarification, or explanation, after my emotive outburst.