Do you ever look up at Saturn's aura?
And wonder why you're placed in these exact coordinates of this "place" so called earth?
Wondering the same question your grade nine english teacher asked you a billion times.
Why? Who? What? When? How?
How'd we get Here? How did we survive this many years without ending it? How do we keep going?
I want to reach up and burn heaven. And sink through the ground and drown hell. I want people not to base their religion on fear. The fear of consquene or reward. Its manipulation. Don't you believe to believe? Do you love for the hope of sex? Or do you love to love? Is sex loves heaven? Is loneliness loves hell? Do we fear the loneliness to the point of fake love?
We're all cells. We're all science. We're all emotions. We're all brain washers. We create theories to protect our fear. Our fear of what's beyond. Beyond the ground or beyond the stars.
Did we create fear? Creating an emotion to cope with the unknown. It's an imperfect brillance. When we can't comprehend, we create. We invent a semi-permanent solution until we have to face it. Until we're standing in front of God, Oblivion, Heaven, A new life, Hell.
No matter what, eventually we'll stop looking at Saturn's Aura. We'll stop playing in the sandbox during recess. We'll stop talking, moving, seeing, smelling, feeling. That's when we enter the unknown. Where Religion, Belief, Theories, Social status, Likes or dislikes, Love or hate, family, friends. They don't exist.(?)
Maybe in the end we'll join Saturn's Aura. And someone will be looking up, lying in the same coordinates pondering the deep thoughts of human creation. Just as I once did.
YOU ARE READING
Innocence Ends.
PoetryThis is my Poetry... I never ever write poetry that relates to me as a human being. I like to come up with bold and different character. Hope you enjoy. My work is very deep and metaphoric. I wonder if you can find the hidden messages, or even the...
