Unimaginable

Unimaginable

A Poem by moDNinja

Adjectives do little if nothing to describe the unimaginable. Adjectives are in purpose to describe the tangible. Many great wordsmiths of ours and ancient time have tried to decipher the language of the unknown. Books, poems, and other forms of art have come into being for the specific purpose of sending a message of their reality into the world to describe their feelings for the tangible. Tangibility is the key. The untangible in this world cannot be described. Often, when the artists take to pen, pad, or brush their message is only heard by those who have experienced the same unimaginables. In essence their message was lost and heard only by the artists’ bed fellows on the subject. Adjectives, in other words, do not and cannot work to describe the unimaginables. How I feel about, what you are to me, what I know I can be to you, etc cannot be described.

“With one look we will know…”.

This line has been said by those that share a common bond. The bond allows for no words to be spoken yet for art to occur. Again, shared by those with the common vision. However, humanity has come up with the ability to share ideas without specifically the use of any senses, to which could yet be intertwined with any at any given moment. This ability to turn the untangible into reality and the unimaginable into the waking world goes far beyond a set word to describe a set object. It goes beyond all senses yet comprises all of them synergistically. You to me IS unimaginable. You and me ARE unimaginable. As I stumble upon my words and understand more and more about my incapability to use my vocabulary to describe untangibles, I come to a realization that this is not only a lost cause, but also not a method of use to decipher anything other than what its intended use is, to describe the tangible. I cannot tell you how I love you, I cannot tell you how my love will affect you, and I cannot tell you…………

Humanity will find a way. Humanity has found a way. Though with the lack of its intended use, it has become commonplace and replaced with a component of the wholeness of the synergy. It has also lost its power by the same method. Proper use of the ability has no set boundaries and cannot be inserted where it cannot fit. Understanding these points has made me a more aware person of how I should use the power and when the power is not being replaced by commonplace physicality or ideals.

You are my unimaginable, you are my ideal intangible.

The power I speak of is love. I love you. You are my love and hence forth I will love you. Knowing that I cannot describe all of my love, knowing that I could never, has brought me to this realization. I want to give you the ability to have this power. I will bring it to you every second of every day so that you know what the infiniteness contains, at least in small part, and though you cannot describe it, and you wont have too.

“With one look we will know…”

This line does not have to remain a lonely thought. Look at me though I cannot see you in person. Feel my touch though I am too far to reach you. Hear my voice though it may only be through a telephone. Through these senses you will catch a glimpse into the reality of the infinite. One in which with one look, you will know. One in which, there will be someone to look with you. One in which, together you can look into places that are unimagined.

Why you ask?

Because what we have is unimaginable.

© 2008 moDNinja


Author's Note

moDNinja
I realize some syntax has been heavily overused and misused. I wish I could write this more clearly as well as some of the verbiage more precise.

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moDNinja
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