I know the rules
I know the reality
I know the evolution behind it
The anthropology behind it
I know it is all a chemical reaction
A swirling cauldron of hormones
Meant to fool, to create illusions,
To blind to all that is real
But still
You are so beautiful
And your skin is so soft
And the scent of your hair is divine
And you sparkle
And you are wonder
And you are magical
And I just want you next to me
Pressing against me
Because your touch brings me to peace
And because the feel of you against me saves me
And I so desperately need to be saved
Yes I know all the rules
But you are magic
And you are mine
And all I want is you
And all I need is you
I love you so much
Like to think reality is simple,
one is born, lives, and dies;
nothing comes before nor after --
what one sees is all there is,
notion of spirit sure complicates
things...
And love should be simple
(so unlike love), better if
a mere chemical reaction
the concept of a heart that feels,
thinks outside its required beats
is mentally upsetting --
is spiritually suggestive...
I mean, the acceptance that thinking
is merely the process of cause-and-effect
plays mayhem with my personal
experiences, often befuddled by others --
Where are these stored illusions,
perhaps revealed when an autopsy
of the soul?
More rational for my senses:
reactions are from feelings;
a braining nothing alive without
a mind – life clearly connections
through an oblivious conduit body --
Atheism, an unsolvable mystery
The feeling of your mind loosing itself...
Victimized by the power of others ...
Thinking how you even aloud yourself to allow others to dictate your mind.... MANIPULATION....
What's real, what's reality, what's possible, what's impossible......
Racing thoughts,mind control,fear of loosing thy self.....
Coping with all the words and actions,determining what the is really going on...
Your beliefs,questioned by your mind,that was build so strong...
Slowing crashing down to the dark cold abyss..ALONE...
Surrounded only by the voices of thy enemies...
Struggling to keep calm and not vulnerable...WEAK!!!
Feeling lost and confused,where are we to begin...
Who's to judge me,to tell ourselves that we are CRAZY!!!!
FÚCK EVERYTHING!!!
Is the feeling of pain and mistreated SOULS...
I feel all the emotions bottled up, explosion, chemical reaction of thy words put together by thy enemies....
The end of the beginning of a never ending Trip, everlasting power that you can't control...
ANSWERS THAT NO ONE CAN GIVE US.....
How can anyone dictate who we are, and how to live!!!
Who am I....
Checking into the physician,
I gone and hurt myself again.
It's time to tap in,
Let the healing begin.
As blood carries the love in,
My lungs absorb oxygen.
Intentional chemical reaction,
The system braces for it to happen.
Synapses syncing in motion,
Electricity charges the ocean.
Waves of a higher vibration,
Enter the pain to take action.
A conscious transaction,
A molecular intersection,
Where cells give the injection.
Love stitches up the section,
An energy interjection.
Healing begins to happen,
Sealing the wound from infection.
An energetic protection,
Atoms feel my affection.
Bringing them all to attention,
It's Universe comes to balance again.
Healing me from my pain,
I thank you Once again,
You're a great Physician.
"Any time, Come again."
Shimmering,
Across the landscape.
A sea of lights,
Start taking shape.
Such delicate perfection,
Under divine protection.
Natural selection,
A chemical reaction.
Elements collide,
Coincide,
Divide.
Creating a core,
The perfect storm,
Falling into place.
Coming to form,
Now face to face.
Shining a light,
Shimmering so bright.
Beaming pure delight,
Innocent little Light
Such beauty in our sight,
As we hold the,
Crystal of Life.
I can’t remember how I was before you -
what I was feeling, doing, or where my heart was.
I can’t remember how I lived before you -
how the days were, the evenings, the nights.
I remember I was sometimes lonely, lost somehow.
I’d forgotten who I was meant to be, neglecting me.
Automaton in the every day; going through the motions,
with no notion of what love truly was, or passion.
It was mundane - grey, transparent, colourless.
Cloudy in my heart, trudging through the motions,
bland emotions, no piquant of tenderness or intimacy.
No heart rush, or fluttering of butterflies - just still.
And then I saw you - the dark, sultry eyes, the silent desire.
The mystery of not knowing, the quickening of breath.
a chemical reaction, undeniable attraction, and I saw it too,
in you as you stared across the room, making me uneasy.
I fidget in my chair, sensing you there, but trying not to look.
Then our eyes meet, and we’re suspended in the moment -
then - just there - knowing there was no way back.
Knot already tied. The red thread of fate binding us eternally.
For a complete chemical reaction
It needs some chemical elements, a catalyst
And a balanced chemical equation
Under a scientific theory , of course
But in this scientific and digital world
We use to forget to think scientifically or digitally
Instead of a scientific mind
We have cultivated a mind
Overwhelmed with selfishness , greediness and arbitrary
Ignoring the fact that
The world isn't bound to satisfy all our urges and yearns
But basing on the theory of Causes and effects
We get what we sow
Let's think scientifically or digitally as much as possible
And for the unknown let's leave it to our almighty god
SCARS
Show me one who does not evolve
And I'll show you the grave.
A chemical reaction that comes and goes is love,
so is heartbreaks which turns your fire off;
Causing life scars and memoirs,
inducing painful ecstasy and tremors.
Are scars ugly and imperfect?
Mine's not; they never go away like life's precept
but keep waging like the windstorm.
To mortality, imperfection is a norm,
Today's bruises similitude to tomorrow are mere token.
Scars are not reminders of what's been broken
but rather, of what's been regenerated:
The EVOLUTION of being is created.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© October 27th, 2022.
A little fertiliser
And the flower will bloom
A little catalyst
And the chemical reaction will complete
A little yeast
And the cake will grow
And so man
Please remember
A little more effort and confidence
Will do
In your enterprise
Catalyst
Speeds up a chemical reaction
While defence, suspicion, defiency and greed
Of dictatorship
Speeds up an outburst for war
Between man and man
Country and country
There are many reasons to start a war
But there is only one reason
To prevent
To halt
And to stop it
And that reason is simply called
Peace-loving
Love may stifle and kill,
may break a tenderness over jagged rocks.
Love lingers after its burial,
it crashes into slow burns.
If you look for love it will evade,
waylay and capture, it may
entice you into a haunting fire.
Fall in love anyway
God made you a chemical reaction
so that you could be a catalyst
for the prayers of the penitent.
Love will bring lasting joy
when you suffer it to remake you.
When you love
in the very gene pool of life,
that pool will be your ocean,
it will become you
as you become it.
At the very least
it will produce true or raw poetry.
Poetry you can keep updating
as you travel on.
Love narrows your options,
it finds ways
for you to disappear under fingertips.
Some say it’s a chemical reaction,
if so,
I’m an enzyme.
Love narrows your options,
it finds ways
for you to disappear under fingertips.
Some say it’s a chemical reaction,
if so,
I’m an enzyme for love.
love is more than an incredible feeling
a chemical reaction
an imaginary wish
or a synonym for lust
it is an intimate touch
a shared memory
a hope
a spiritual bonding of hearts and souls
and a gift from God
love is a silent promise
that goes unspoken
and yet gets heard nonetheless
a dream dreamt within a dream
love affects the human heart
mind and soul
God is love
love is God
they are interchangeable
and indistinguishable
from one another
for they are one and the same
A broken heart just wants to heal
She knows how much her love was real
Awaited joyous wedding bells to peal
'Til from her chambers did stealthy steal
The spark that set off
a magical attraction
a chemical reaction
a symbiotic interaction
Disappeared --- left behind
a dismal, gray tomorrow
unhappiness and sorrow
only memories to borrow
A broken heart just wants to heal
Too late now to invent the wheel
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