Monochromatic madness, a poem.
Mono chromatic madness.
At the eve of war, love sees no colour.
When war comes, the love of humanity sees no boundaries, for whom we love.
Love has no colour!
A black door, a red door, a blue door, a Pandora’s box of doors.
Any port in a storm.
In the nexus to hell, the only light, is love, and it overlaps darkness, as it has no colour.
Like a dimension, in a dimension, the two cannot be separated.
When surrounded by darkness, all colours reign when in love.
In love there is no darkness.
For it is the light.
Sometimes a pin prick in the ocean of id.
At what point is the limit of love.
How far would it go?
How far would you go?
How far would I go?
Who is the general of love?
How many stars rest on his shoulders.
And what would he do for his people?
A way out when there was none.
A darkness turned upside down.
A horror turned inside out.
No fear of the nothing, that turned into, a love of something.
Below is a simplified key for the poem. With links and descriptions as to where part of the inspiration come from for the poem. In no way could it encompass, the extent of all of the inputs, into what created it. As I am unable, to quantify where it all comes from.
Where it says mine, it is a quote from me, and I can not think of any other place that it comes from. I have performed a similarity check via Microsoft word editor, and it says there are 0% likenesses on the net. I hope you found it stimulating, and or interesting. Have a great day or night where ever you find yourself while reading this.
Mono chromatic madness.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monochrome_painting
At the eve of war, love sees no colour.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mR9tHr_ekRw
When war comes, the love of humanity sees no boundaries, for whom we love.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCp0Gcvx8yc&list=PLo6SlFiL7Sw...
Love has no colour!
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Have_a_Dream
A black door, a red door, a blue door, a Pandora’s box of doors.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=flSmiIne-4k
Any port in a storm.
John Cleland Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure
In the nexus to hell, the only light, is love, and it overlaps darkness, as it has no colour.
Mine but an extrapolation of other people’s work.
Like a dimension, in a dimension, the two cannot be separated.
My consideration of the creation to the universe.
When surrounded by darkness, all colours reign when in love.
Black is made up of many colour, my copilot.
In love there is no darkness.
Mine, no explanation to give here.
For it is the light.
Sometimes a pin prick in the ocean of id.
Juxtaposition between me a Sigmund Freud.
At what point is the limit of love.
How far would it go?
How far would you go?
How far would I go?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJxoVkPZAUA
Who is the general of love?
Mine
How many stars rest on his shoulders.
Inspired by my dad’s explanation for the number of stars a general carries. In this case near infinite.
And what would he do for his people?
A way out, when there was none.
A darkness turned upside down.
A horror turned inside out.
Mine.
No fear of the nothing, that turned into, a love of something.
Mine.
Monochromatic madness, a poem.
Mono chromatic madness.
At the eve of war, love sees no colour.
When war comes, the love of humanity sees no boundaries, for whom we love.
Love has no colour!
A black door, a red door, a blue door, a Pandora’s box of doors.
Any port in a storm.
In the nexus to hell, the only light, is love, and it overlaps darkness, as it has no colour.
Like a dimension, in a dimension, the two cannot be separated.
When surrounded by darkness, all colours reign when in love.
In love there is no darkness.
For it is the light.
Sometimes a pin prick in the ocean of id.
At what point is the limit of love.
How far would it go?
How far would you go?
How far would I go?
Who is the general of love?
How many stars rest on his shoulders.
And what would he do for his people?
A way out when there was none.
A darkness turned upside down.
A horror turned inside out.
No fear of the nothing, that turned into, a love of something.
Below is a simplified key for the poem. With links and descriptions as to where part of the inspiration come from for the poem. In no way could it encompass, the extent of all of the inputs, into what created it. As I am unable, to quantify where it all comes from.
Where it says mine, it is a quote from me, and I can not think of any other place that it comes from. I have performed a similarity check via Microsoft word editor, and it says there are 0% likenesses on the net. I hope you found it stimulating, and or interesting. Have a great day or night where ever you find yourself while reading this.
Mono chromatic madness.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monochrome_painting
At the eve of war, love sees no colour.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mR9tHr_ekRw
When war comes, the love of humanity sees no boundaries, for whom we love.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCp0Gcvx8yc&list=PLo6SlFiL7Sw...
Love has no colour!
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Have_a_Dream
A black door, a red door, a blue door, a Pandora’s box of doors.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=flSmiIne-4k
Any port in a storm.
John Cleland Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure
In the nexus to hell, the only light, is love, and it overlaps darkness, as it has no colour.
Mine but an extrapolation of other people’s work.
Like a dimension, in a dimension, the two cannot be separated.
My consideration of the creation to the universe.
When surrounded by darkness, all colours reign when in love.
Black is made up of many colour, my copilot.
In love there is no darkness.
Mine, no explanation to give here.
For it is the light.
Sometimes a pin prick in the ocean of id.
Juxtaposition between me a Sigmund Freud.
At what point is the limit of love.
How far would it go?
How far would you go?
How far would I go?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJxoVkPZAUA
Who is the general of love?
Mine
How many stars rest on his shoulders.
Inspired by my dad’s explanation for the number of stars a general carries. In this case near infinite.
And what would he do for his people?
A way out, when there was none.
A darkness turned upside down.
A horror turned inside out.
Mine.
No fear of the nothing, that turned into, a love of something.
Mine.