Madison Porter

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There may be a storm, a maelstrom of dark clouds obstructing the light from our vision,
or perhaps the damning pollution that ravages our lungs creates a muddy haze over the sky
But they’re there
They’re always there
...

The river flows
Carrying vivid depictions of incandescence and gloom
Ceaseless and unhesitant in nature
The rushing water never slows
...

Before there was luminescence, light,
The glorious entity the mind inexplicably seeks
With such desire,
To which life and joy are eager acolytes
...

As your evanescent life pours from your writhing body
As light drips from your curled fingers and is superseded
with an ethereal void
As your mind heart and soul give out
...

He is the coiled strength of each fibre of muscle
He is the lurid tableau of colours that shine from supernovae
He is the ungraspably powerful fire that burns in the heart of each star
He is the berceuse the wind pulls from it lips as it mourns through the trees
...

A long cracks scars the dark sky
Like an eggshell, in which we are upon the yolk looking out
And the rift glows a blinding white
As if starlight seeps from the wound
...

Well well, what's your decision?
What will you do?
This or that, here or there?
It's up to you
...

Madison Porter Biography

I'm a Asexual Panromantic Impersonal Pantheist Androgynous, a rather interesting person. I have a hundred different moods and personalities, but I love to talk. I have high hopes of being astrophysicist and quantum physicist.)

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The Stars Are My Gods

There may be a storm, a maelstrom of dark clouds obstructing the light from our vision,
or perhaps the damning pollution that ravages our lungs creates a muddy haze over the sky
But they’re there
They’re always there
No matter how dark the sky,
How chaotic our lives have become,
Even when we inevitably destroy ourselves,
And the Earth, Sun, everything we had ever known is gone,
There will always be that enigmatic fire embedding the ripe field of the universe
Stars

What do they mean to you?
What do you see when you look up?
More importantly, how often do you look up?
As children, we look not only at the beauty of nature,
But also at the celestial realm that hangs above us like a mural
And we wonder wonder wonder
However, too soon that is beaten into the ground.
They take the rod and pour the curiosity out,
“There is no sense in that, child! ”
They arouse the beast of their own creation,
Work, family, society, morals,
Human Human Human
And they throw you into its jaws to be completely devoured
They call it life.

Some are afraid,
They don’t want to be alone
So they bury themselves deep into the belly of the beast,
They’re afraid to look up and see what they’re missing
Because should they do so, they’ll ultimate realise
Even in the sea of “human” they’ve barricaded themselves within
They are utterly
alone

They create illusions
They say they’re happy
They become so involved in their false perspectives,
They don’t dare to look up and wonder.
In fact, they become so selfish,
They hardly pay mind to their own planet!
Buildings go higher higher higher
Do they not see the cage they are building around themselves?
We take take take
Can it truly be called construction,
When we take life
and destroy it into our own, lifeless image?

But, there are scientists
thankfully some escape
They struggle out of the hands of the roaring crowd
Rip off their flesh-bound chains and expose their mind and senses
They offer their naked selves to the raw world
And finally, removing the blindfold, they can truly look up
And many fall to their knees
Enveloped in awe with their fragile necks craned back
As they allow the starlight to graze their nerve cells
And they behold True Power
True Beauty
True Knowledge

I remember these moments
Very vividly
They are the greatest of my short life
I felt the world dissolve beneath my feet
As my consciousness finally cried out,
“The Stars are my Gods! ”

What do they mean to you?
What do you see when you look up?
Some are purely scientific about it
Stars are the most natural form of matter
Innumerable atoms come together under gravity
Heating up and combining to higher forms
Energy transformed, devoured,
Until time rips through it just like a scythe
and it cannot hold itself together any more.
It collapses in the most fantastic fashion in the universe,
Still a hardly-known mystery of science
A star may explode and release its whole life
In the most stunning natural art to ever be seen,
Or what may be left in a seemingly infinite hole ripped in space
A devourer of light
We can hardly comprehend

These endings were our beginnings,
I don’t think many can actually grasp,
Every atoms you see,
The rain from the sky, dust, apples,
Most exciting, our skin, our cells, our very blood,
Each atom was once part of the chaotic heart of a star.
When you look up,
You are seeing your most ancient relatives.
Space is a bloody heaven
The stars have bled and died over and over,
The lost matter has conjured in comets, planets,
The star’s blood has dripped through time,
And can be found in our crimson elixir
It’s breathtaking

And thus I declare,
The Stars are my Gods
Their death, our beginning,
The Stars are my Gods
The bodies from which we came,
The Stars are my Gods,
As they were the pantheon of legends, Einstein, Hawking, Sagan,
The Stars are my Gods
It’s not degrading, but inexplicably beautiful
The Stars are my Gods
All I have to do is look up
The Stars are my Gods
And I wish for no others

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