Sisters of sorts
An evolution
Focused on the scars
Of a warrior’s mind
Touching what has healed
Embracing what has not
Over time
Let me borrow your smile
While I cruise through this reality
Where nerves and circuits intertwine
Electric minds
In search of the divine
So close
Yet somehow
Pass each other by
Pop a pill and watch them die
No need to smile, no need to cry
One shot
One stabbed
Another fried
Who gives a shit
They played
They lied
This game has rules
You can’t defy
So be the life
They can’t deny
Just be…
It just is
Always has been
Balance can be found
Through extremes
The distance between
These open hands
Is where you show
Just where you stand
Ready
To embrace the world
Or confined
To simple prayer
Will you bring
A pause for peace
Or will you be
The slayer
All is fair
In love and war
For deceivers
For the cheats
But the one who wins
With honest heart
Is glorious indeed
The senses record the waves and their variations for the brain to assimilate. Each variation is a new experience registered for future reference to help speed up the process of interaction should a similar experience occur.
The mind stores and interprets data as it is received to help fine tune instinct and help prepare the being for future encounters. It is blind to the world and dependent on the senses to keep it aware of the surrounding environment but it has the ability to restructure information and define the limitations of both its dependency and of the senses upon which it is dependent. The mind is thus capable of overriding the senses and pushing the being to actions that defy both instinct and perceived reality.
With words, we tear each other apart. A cycle dominated by the ego. A vicious circle that pushes for infinity until one picks up the plume and writes all wrongs. Then simply, moves on.
Stage 4
Organised chaos burning minds
These burning matters on the tongue
Clenching fists and trying to find
Some reason, some purpose
Some balancing of scales
As the reptiles taste the air of revolution