In this hour of man and his confrontation all escape with out bother or place
In the heart of the animal all are caged for examination
Particles laid in the vestibule of God in science escape deaths fate
No purpose in cell destruction rebirth and out come not of the original but its death
Failure is in the purpose for the beginning must end for the future to begin
Child is an outgrowth of the womb that will die purpose explodes and turns to dirt
Salvaged by the earth it self to regain nutrients of species survival
What a cruel joke the God has played upon the man giving only temporary place
Vision left for the next to carry with lost of the first ah but a guiding hand lives
It is in the write of the words that eh gifts of man expand or is but a mire illusive fabrication
Teach the ruminants of life take the will and manipulate it into something on the verge
To close to reaching the stars destroy before it can touch the face of the creator
Pain of recognition can be a wild and frivolous thing for in belief of the better
The later must be left behind to be rediscovered in verse and sounds lingering
Not a outcome desired but required because time is the controlling factor of destruction
A glimpse into the form of light or energy as time mater and life are intertwined
A compass of direction held in bondage against method to perceive outcome
If I am but a spot in time and my thoughts go on forever were they once spent
How do I gather up all that came before explore the depths of man God
Troubled I seek answers and find only puzzles of words fallen before
A writer of thoughts expanding to far places gobbled up by black holes spit out
As so much refuge yet in the garbage lies the truth and taste of men and better
That came before me knowledge left in air like energy waiting to be held and found
Growth what is the formula for creativity for the place I take and the time I spend
Better life eternal life, a ride into the sunset, where does it begin, never to end a circle
A closure to mind encompassing past present and future on a curve in a circle
Does come to be or is it already been and I just chase the thought and write again and again mathematics takes as the language to communicate shifts from words to thought
To action and back again. Religious belief forms the map of constant, controls of the mass keeping in check the fears of nothing left to loose, but it is already lost and wander about waiting to be plucked and rewritten to fit the need of the new life created
Idea creativity a break in the circle with new motion to detect change adds in small to the volume called growth. My purpose to think and add to the volume existing hoping not to become the background noise interfering with the thought however pure or impure a stead stream towards demand and existence
We love we create we die never for the thought moves correct or wrong forever as energy exploding
