Posts Tagged ‘Metaphor’

Carbon II

Posted: December 1, 2016 in Poetry
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Love…
Not so much the one known between two beings…
But rather how these bonds…

One wonders if this is friendship…
Or free love…
Or something deeper than what’s been taught…
The temple…
The lab…
The forms…
The paths…
To each is their own…
But written into our code…
Is this yearning for more…
The search for what all this means…
Give…
Take…
Share…

Intro: A remake of a much older writing regarding covalent bonds
Original Post: https://silentscholar.com/2013/09/09/atomic-bonds-covalent/
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The atomic bonds:
Ionic –> Giving
Covalent –> Sharing
Many more variants…

Covalent…
The idea has its own wisdoms…
Whose parts are unified under the thought…
That all life has the right to live…
Humans…

Love is the very essence behind all bonds…
Remember how our mothers nursed us…
Shared warm blessings endowed from Above…
Sharing one of the most purest forms of love…
The bond between a child and Mom…
Unbreakable bond passed down through this heavenly chain…
Love traced back to Eve….
Whether she be biblical or born from some cosmic mysteries…

Dare I say…
Chemistry…
Can only account for so much…
There’s still the meta…
The conscious cusp behind it all…
The trust behind shared love…
The feeling when souls touch…
The Divine steps…
That we take…
When we make love…
Or is it something even more…?
More than just the pheromones…
That tingle the nodes…
For the past paths crossover…

Unite in this moment of rush..
Carried forth through our love…
Shared Substance…
Sublime…
And as time passes…
Skin pressed…
Hands held…
Heart felt…
The merriment…
A new life to love…
And so continues this heavenly chain…

Intro: A remake of a much older writing regarding Ionic bonds.
Original Post: https://silentscholar.com/2013/09/10/atomic-bonds-ionic/
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The atomic bonds:
Ionic –> Giving
Covalent –> Sharing
Many more variants…

Ionic…

The idea of giving has its own wisdoms, whose parts are unified under the thought that all life has the right to
live…So we choose to give and others receive in this never ending symphony…This belief in giving to those
who need…
Understanding that some have been more than just blessed…
And that the riches are often kept with just a few…
Yet some do try their best to bridge the gap between the haves and those with less…
Is it too much for a human to expect to be helped when down…?

For when a soul is scathed by hate, the bonds begin to decay…
A chain reaction begins…
The poisonous product of society’s sins is released…
Effects reach the farthest peaks away from the original breach…
Contagion spreads…
Leaving so much death while poisoning the rest in its wake…
In the distance I see the blaze that can’t be staved…
While we’re still continuing the same way…

And now look what we have done…
Take…Take all and leave none…
Sorrowed songs of the forgotten ones…
Try to illuminate the plight of the many whose rights that have been denied…
Chaos from the energies generated from such moments in brevity…
Pain grows steadily…For when we break the natural bonds of humans have made, we are faced with a scorched
planet…
Contagion continues to ravage…
Now see what happens…
The Wars result…
And so do the scars…
And the most vulnerable amongst us…
Bear the loss…
As must we…

I pray…
Cure the imbalance…
And bring peace…By giving…
Look closely…
These atoms that make up the very fiber of our being…
Show us that through all the chaos…
Peace can be achieved…
By giving to those in need…
You’ll set in motion the reaction…
To reverse all that has been ravaged…
The healing…
The help…
Give…

Intro: An older more heavily hip hop style song. A time when rhyming was more of a focus than the content itself.

An interesting monologue/conversation.

Hey…
I can’t believe this is you…
Can’t believe this is the truth…
Can’t believe you grabbed that knife…
Can’t believe you wanted to end your life…

Could believe you threw your knife down…
could believe your life was found…
Could believe you’ve found brighter days…
Could believe you’d find your way…

Can’t believe you kept spiraling down…
Can’t believe you thought life was done…
Can’t believe you grabbed that gun…
Could believe that gun had blanks…
Thank the Lord…
Thanks…

But here you are lying in a hospital bed…!
No one knew of this life you led…!
Stuck with all these tubes…
This is not how I’d pictured you…
Bloodied shirt…
Feel so hurt…

Can’t believe you didn’t tell me…
Can’t believe that we weren’t homies…
Can’t believe you wrote such harsh words…
Can’t believe you wanted us all cursed…

Could believe we were drifting apart…
Could believe it was because of my cold heart…
Could believe I wouldn’t understand…
Could believe that I still want to be your friend…

Could believe….
Can’t believe…
Could believe…
Can’t believe…

Can’t believe they want me to let you go..
Can’t believe I’ll now be all alone…
No homie to hang out with…
No more laugh out loud moments…
Enough…!
No one is hearing me…!
Who am I!?
Who is this!?
We got the same slit wrists…
Not it can’t be..!
You are me…!
I did the deed…!

Intro: Static

In this television…flipping through the channels I only see one point of view…The abuse of the powerless by the powerful…
Divide and conquer rituals…Serial shows with never ending plots…
Channel 1: Drug Wars in Ciudad Juarez…
Channel 2: Another black son whose time was “up”…
Channel 3: Drone towards another brown soul…
Wondering whose story shall be told…
Or are we shown just one side..?
Sold just one set of eyes…
Roll the flavor of the day…
Repackaged pain…
With just the right amount of vain…
To keep us full and flaked..
Engrossed…

But in the background…
The sounds…
The signs of something more..
The cries…
The calls of those…
For someone to expose…
The pains…
That grow in silence from those…
Who can make the change…

Check behind the scenes…
Behind the seams…
Tear up the scripts…
Film reel released…
To reveal their stories…

But all the programming…
Their planning…
On demandings…
Changing the context back to nonsense…
Repeat the process…
Dampen…
Deny…
Die…

Finished draft.
https://silentscholar.com/2015/12/31/if-poverty-was-a-man-draft/
Wonder if the original message was maintained…
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Imagine this problem…
One so prevalent…
Were to be condensed into one so malevolent being…
How would he be perceived…?
We say he…
As one known tradition…
Tells of how he has caused so much pain…

Yet we tolerate him…
Let him wreak havoc upon so many…
As if their lives are not worth a bit of sympathy…
Not even a silent cry…
So quickly we forget the real victims…
As we often blame them for his sins…
Rather than those who have helped him…
Us along with the system…
Built with his blessings…

Telling us the world is ours to take…
Make…and of course break…
Leave nothing but scraps for the next generations…
Often wondering who in the end will be paying…
For our misdeeds…?
Those damn shortsighted needs…
Leave so many aggrieved…

Watch their pleas…
Perhaps silently glee…
At just how great our own lives can be…
Not knowing…
Or perhaps ignoring…
The truth…
That we are He…
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Intro: A line from an old text re imagined…

Imagine if this problem…
One so prevalent…
Were to be condensed into one so malevolent being…
How would he be perceived…?

We tolerate him…
Let him wreak havoc upon so many…
As if their lives are not worth a bit of sympathy…
Not even a silent cry…
So quickly we forget the real victims…
As we often blame them for his sins…
Rather than those who have helped him…
Us along with the system…
Built with his blessings…

Have we no sense of what’s happening…?