Intro: I’ve always found the concepts of tachyons fascinating.
Although I don’t have a physics background, nor the know-how to comprehend the complex theories that give birth to this idea, I can’t help but wonder…
I can’t help but dream…
I can’t help but try to perceive just what the tachyon could mean…
From matter…
Energy secedes…
Flows freely…
Towards signs of lost and found times…
But we are no longer among the dichotomies…
The truth falsities…
The war filled, pessimistic polities…
Knowledge has progressed…
From past to present…
Peace persists…
For the minds of all wish in unison…
Ever present…
A wish…
To see past prologues and pass…
If only to learn from our shared paths…
Time is ours…
We can…
Love life if you can…
But if you can’t, at least you can still live it…
Intro: Suicide…Call it what it is…It need not be the actual action to take ones life…Giving up on life can be just as sad…There are those who say one has to right to end ones own life. In a way I agree with that idea…But that does not mean I see it as the right thing to do…
I understand the meaning of strife…But only through lens of my life…
For each indivdual’s soul’s strife is so unique…
For that reason alone I refuse to be a judge or jury…
Only a fellow human being….
Begging you…
Please…
We breathe, bleed, and believe so similarly…
Living individual soliloquies…
But often with audiences of none…
Or just One…Perhaps being just us can be enough…?
Respect all paths people take in life while also never being too sure about the path you’re taking…
“Mr. Happy”
Intro: I’ll let my mind wander again for this one…
I’ve never been happier than the day I met you…
The day we became one…
You complete me and I complete you…
I remember the days when I used to paint smiles…Hiding all the trials under a painted smile that brought joy to others while leaving my soul to wonder…
Why I do I have to lie…?
Not even with words…Just my face…
I couldn’t come up with the words to explain the pain…All I hoped for was for things to change…
And they did…
You came into my life…That first night would lead to a love that seemed divinely inspired…The words of our Creator started to dot my rhymes…You helped breathe new life into a soul whose vice was self-hate…The worst type that threatened to tear me apart…
But with true love from your heart I felt whole again…We became more than friends…
I wept a few more times to expel the pain held for so long inside…
You comforted me every day and night…Always by my side no matter how many times…
I can never thank you enough and in enough ways to make you understand what you did for me…
I’m happy…
🙂
Thank you…
How can I compose a song that captures how amazing you are…?
I have no Divine Grace…
Only a face that expressess what can’t be explained by mere words…
I wonder on the worth of words that birth perturbed thoughts in my heart…
Unable to express love through my own chosen art…
What’s a writer to do???
Write…
Write…
Write…
Channel all my life force through each script-stroke…
Ink linked back to my heart source mind…
My hoarse voice hides my soul’s soft cries…
Knowing my life is on borrowed time…
Hence each rhythmic line clines towards your eyes…
Write…
Write…
Write…
My life shall fade as fate will levy one last tax..
Must pay for my past misdeeds….
I accept…
For beyond these lights lies my final resting place…
Finally I will rest…
Finally…
Knowing I’ve written it all…
Laid bare my heart…
Through my chosen art…
Chose to show you my love…
Write…
Write…
Write…
All I ask is for one last gaze…
As my strength fades…
Inspire my pen to scribe one last phrase…
One last phrase…
Love…
Write…
Write…
Write…
Sleep…
Sleep…
Silent Scholar 