PRISONERS OF TIME
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PHASE...
http://youtu.be/C9haTFoGcv
Time falls away still the illusion...moments plucked from the air that we breathe put into these words that grace this page.
I but a painter and all of humanity but a subject to be rendered on paper...these days wherein we live described and visualized.
The matted hair of a baby as it is born all grey and fresh...tears of the father that fall on hardened cheeks...the adhan softly sang to one so new.
A mother so tired yet so fullfilled for life has sprang from her.
A new generation.
So like a most beautiful flower that opens its bud in the dew of morning...the promise of continuance in the red that it displays...such a captivating color.
The sun beating down in all its magnificence as it spreads across the horizon and bathes all in light...reacting with the skin of melanin man and radiating in his mitochondrial dna.
The moon that glows in the night sky pulling at the tides that flow in man...in the oceans and the seas that reflect the light back into the atmosphere.
We these bodies based in carbon that have become sentient beings that make love and war...the little death and the big one.
Bright days that desolve into bad ones as clouds of grey pile onto one another on the horizon...flashes of light that startle as they sparkle in sizzling arrays.
Thunder that quakes the earth as the power of allah is made manifest...rain that washes all the filth away...would that it could keep up with man as he leads cluttered lives.
Time falls away...just an illusion.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PHASE...
http://youtu.be/C9haTFoGcv
Time falls away still the illusion...moments plucked from the air that we breathe put into these words that grace this page.
I but a painter and all of humanity but a subject to be rendered on paper...these days wherein we live described and visualized.
The matted hair of a baby as it is born all grey and fresh...tears of the father that fall on hardened cheeks...the adhan softly sang to one so new.
A mother so tired yet so fullfilled for life has sprang from her.
A new generation.
So like a most beautiful flower that opens its bud in the dew of morning...the promise of continuance in the red that it displays...such a captivating color.
The sun beating down in all its magnificence as it spreads across the horizon and bathes all in light...reacting with the skin of melanin man and radiating in his mitochondrial dna.
The moon that glows in the night sky pulling at the tides that flow in man...in the oceans and the seas that reflect the light back into the atmosphere.
We these bodies based in carbon that have become sentient beings that make love and war...the little death and the big one.
Bright days that desolve into bad ones as clouds of grey pile onto one another on the horizon...flashes of light that startle as they sparkle in sizzling arrays.
Thunder that quakes the earth as the power of allah is made manifest...rain that washes all the filth away...would that it could keep up with man as he leads cluttered lives.
Time falls away...just an illusion.
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