Ever screaming towards a distant point unseen
the whole of everything is barreling past
who could have known the world would move so fast
the rushing air and tears pulled by the slip stream
at a speed that makes the journey seem obscene
Clearly the moment to stop has long since passed
but an ending is coming – this cannot last
a sad finality one could have foreseen.
The destination approaching is a dream
lost inside a memory one can’t recall
but in its approach one can feel it defined
though the path may have a conclusion it seems
the journey was laid in cold repose at the fall
when from thirty stories up I chose to resign.
Tag Archives: existentialism
Loss
Everything is in this fracture
the destruction manufactured
a contracture thus shattered
trades flexibility for pain
the nerves like broken glass made rain
the mental plane left tattered.
Correspondence
Letters were written and sent
left lounging in boxes
collecting dust but never collected
the recipients were all dead
But somewhere a machine toiled
to author heart felt compliments
that would graciously be ignored
and eternally unread
The stationary carefully selected
personalities matched with texture
habits assigned a color
but no one to read what they said
“We’ve heard and grieve your lament
but still, human life must be rejected.
Shipwreck
Waves claw at the shore
then draw back
whispering for more.
There are no sirens at sea
no guile to set us free
Though the ocean may beg and plead
there are no sirens at sea
hidden amongst the ship’s debris
When our confidence is under attack
nothing need draw us down to the sea floor
we will see ourselves drowned for what we lack
There are no sirens at sea.
Triumph Over Life
Life challenges us all each day
to wrestle it down to the ground
to tame it and teach it to play
or have it subdued and rope bound
Either way life will often sting
take us to places we should not go
but there is comfort, you should know
just remind yourself of one thing:
| There is no place but at the top no reason you should ever stop be unyielding in your pursuit harvest what you’ve earned of life’s fruit | Be satisfied with who you are take pride that you have come this far Do not bear this burden alone even stumbled steps are milestones |
and in doing so you’ll understand
your happiness is at hand.
House of God
There in the trees on top of the hill
a house rises seemingly from nowhere
spared the rod of modern architectural will
it reaches above the canopy in despair
careful not to touch the world that consumes it
a moonlit tragedy glowing like nightmares
Fear inspired its construction in the past
that persecution was drawing near
reared from contradictions growing fast
with a world that was as yet unclear.
Careers were founded on these false ideals
sealed by paying patrons kneeled before them through the years.
Time only made the palace stronger
atop that mountain of political power it climbed
anytime someone hinted their use existed no longer
they changed the doctrine to make the act a crime.
Mimed notions of intent to seize control
resoled as demonic influence against the sublime
Decay has worked its way through the house now
twisting beams as it twisted minds in its day
weighed down by the lies and horrors they allow
to save face and self and spite those in the way.
Pray you never enter the like of these homes
catacombs for the ideas and dreams they slay
[Remorse in Marble]
A grave assumes that you were never ready
for their loss
Concedes that you are not now, nor never will be willing
to let go
But go they must to the annals of memory to suffer
the long death
Let us be brave in our ending for there are many chapters
to be written
Evolution
[Camel] God created man
faith over reason
speak to me about bringing evidence
lies from corrupted mind
overcoming truth in ending curiosity
experience Speaks louder
[Lion] Believe
louder speaks experience
curiosity ending in truth overcoming
mind corrupted from lies
evidence bringing about me to speak
reason over faith
man created god.
[Child] Experience curiosity
reason that by definition
in truth
thou art god.
Janus
End
over
end
I see
a face
before me
reflected abstract
the horrific visage
reflected abstract
before me
a face
I see
end
over
end
Questions (2)
What great purpose does our life give?
To but live.
Where is found nirvana’s likeness?
In kindness.
What value does life afford?
Its own reward.
When the whole world you’ve explored
the last of your pages now penned
there is left one truth in the end
To but live in kindness, its own reward.