Purpose

Do you not hear it? The soothing sound of eternal strings,
They play for you... and to all other great things,
Do you not see it? The inevitable fall of eternal kings,
They fall to you... and to the life that a fall brings.

Do you not smell it? The smell of skies crying rain,
They cry for you... droplets to wash away searing pain,
Do you not taste it? Bitter victories of the so called sane,
They died for you... giving you a fate, a destiny, a name.

Can you not reach it? The grip-less handle of the prize,
They shackle you... depriving you of levitation to arise,
Can you not try it? The freedom of living your true guise,
They unmask you... those whose silence flows to wise eyes.

Can you not sense it? The numbification of screams,
They call out to you... and to the numbifiers of dreams,
Can you not stand it? Sets of words emitting truth gleams,
They evaporate you... boiling points of lies and truth steams.

What do you feel? If there is nothing to fear,
What do you say? If there is nothing to hear.

What do you view? If there is nothing to see,
What do you do? If there is no one to free.



Writer's notes:
Destiny... fate... kings... heroes... lies... truth... sensation... history... life itself.
What is it that binds mental impulsions and principles to this physical world?
What is it that makes this world so physically mental? or so mentally physical?
Is there even a difference?

The end of the poem speaks of purpose.
Not the exact purpose, but what a purpose really is...
Is purpose a physical event? A set of physical events?
Is it more of a mental morality or even an essence of instinct?
Can purpose serve multiple goals? Or does purpose ultimate that multiplicity and turn it into one single objective to be achieved?

Is purpose destiny itself?

Cold

Its cold without you, its so unfair,
My senses are numb, my hands are hardly a pair,
You had to leave, whilst I had to care,
I'm left to inhale, whatever warmth left in this cold air.

Its cold without you, just so you know,
How much I've suffered... as I watched you go,
I'll fall fast enough, just so that I can show,
My racing heartbeats... but a heartbeat too slow.

Its cold without you, take me aside,
Study me, understand what I've been denied,
There is not a street too long, nor an alley too wide,
Where the moon will not seek, and where I will not hide.

Its cold without you, and I've yet to break,
A land you stand on is one that shall not shake,
Or disturb stillness of my blood overflowing this lake,
Come back... please... come back... for my sake.

Its cold without you, words on walls will never turn,
They paint me... lies, rejections and the lessons I'll learn,
So tell me... what is the destiny of chosen ice set to burn?
Then I shall stay frozen, and melt away before you return.