Cyclical Teardrops

...Muse...

From the episodes of chaos in the beginning, to the days of creation in the lords hands
Tears have fallen in a cyclical manner form the skies, from eyes, in his masterplan
One could philosphy and trace the contours in the ground left by the glacial flow of lysosome
In an unrelenting attack on the closet of the heart, filling and creating deep trenches in the soul
Whether in glee, pleasure, sadness or any fluctuation of emotion, glandular secretions can be witnessed
They cannot be dismissed, their prescense marks the height of feeling and forces an entity to reminisce
Irratic in their arrival, sparadic in the depature, in ancient times to contemporary times
Teardrops have dropped, and watered the rivers of hell, whether physically or metaphorically in lines
Immortalised, sadness, in a shakesperian rhyme and poetic smoke, exceedin the life of an oak
Infinite existence in an artists lethargic brush stroke, Or in the tremble of a childs voice as she spoke

...Body...
Expression of a tear is a weary fear to which males adhere
Yet it is sick to be afraid, of something of which you made
As it it ventures down ur face, what use is their in feeling shame
Many think of it as a game, emotion..........they are the ones compassionately lame
Then loves heart pounds, its booming sound, heard all around
Increased activty, in the system of thee, prompts chemical synergy
And the cycle is exacted, as once acted, in a previous action
Thats why its a cycle, its unscripted, like the bible's book of micheal
And its a revolving revolution, that has not been stamped out by evolution

...Blueprint...
Recycling emotions once felt when dinosaurs walked this dimension, when Marco Polo took on adventures
To restart what was once started by another, all it takes is for a situaton to rightly be conjured
Its nature's true water cycle, its a beautiful manifestation of pain or any other prompting absolution
Such as confusion, either way it is spectacular, like the creation of colour, or the strength of a mother
Teardrops are a fixed matrix, they are certified, the son, the father, the holy ghost have all cried
Stones have wept, walls such as those of 20th cnetury gas chambers have cried and never slept
Cyclical in nature they have fallen in many forms, in every case they have worn, a groove in the book of history
So that their shedding or purpose isnt surrounded in mystery, unlike the torment of a ghostly banshee
A solution of salt, water, chemical nutrition and hormonal aborition, falls to the floor and descends
Descends to the center of the earth,and is angelically placed in the eye of a new-born baby child at birth

...Conclusion...


---Acuity, Beats Rhymes and Life #8---