Monthly Archives: September 2014

An Eternal Ripple

I.

Voce umana sounds its call.

For with an utterance,

Character is displayed,

Masses are called to service.

II.

Allow the voice to cry out,

With suffering and pain.

Let the voice make the call,

To those in need and longing.

III.

Parole scritte sent into the world.

To prick the souls,

To flutter the heart’s emotions,

To be hidden away in the bosom.

IV.

Allow the pen to write of pain,

An aching need so desperate.

Make the pen detail this life,

That others may find comfort.

V.

Send my words beyond these walls,

Out the windows and doors,

Into the streets of the city,

Down barren backwoods paths.

VI.

Let them bend the minds of men,

And shape the hearts of women.

My desire before final call,

Is to sound an eternal echo.

VII.

As the rock falls into the water,

So I desire my words to be.

Let them break the surface,

To send out an eternal ripple.

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Ripped

I.

Within spacetime,

Within the cosmos,

Within dark matter,

All existence.

It fails, ripped.

II.

Within my heart,

Within my essence,

Within my matter.

My existence.

It fails, ripped.

III.

Damn you, life!

To hell with circumstance!

Curse my next breath!

My masters.

It fails, ripped.

IV.

Laid before me,

Kismet reigned.

A gift given,

Of the cosmos.

It fails, ripped.

V.

Hope wanes.

Faith dashed.

Love dead.

Flesh torn.

It fails, ripped.

VI.

Bathed in universal glow on terra firma,

Shaking my fist up at all that lies therein.

A malediction to all you hold and control!

This cursed universe imprisons me.

A slave to its wicked whim.

I declare my independence from existence.

I fail, ripped.

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Real

I.

Take back your happy, sunshine smiley face.

Ne’er dispense those convenient postulations.

Preach no gospel of self-aggrandizement.

Bouncy, mass ideology has no place here.

For here only real shall be spoken.

II.

Keep the empty slogans of the lobotomized.

Destroy useless strip mall rhetoric.

Lay waste internet philosophizing.

Stupid slogans for lemmings are verboten.

For here only real is accepted.

III.

Tell me all things happen for a reason,

As the chaos of the universe reigns.

Insist that it wasn’t meant to be,

When greater effort creates reality.

For here only real is espoused.

IV.

Posit that bad things happen to good people,

Knowing all the while that bad comes to us all.

Insist that others reach for the stars,

Yet most aren’t meant for astronomical heights.

V.

Each journey is as unique as the traveler.

Every path littered with obstacles.

The throes of life surround us all.

This too must be embraced.

VI.

Empty exposition cures no ills.

Sermonized cliches will not the journey ease.

Make as much room for pain,

As you would for moments of joy.

VII.

Bliss softens, sorrow hardens.

Ease brings solace, pain trouble.

Offer yourself up to growth,

Not to platitudes.

For only then can real be obtained.

 

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My Season, My Time

I.

My season,

My time.

II.

I came to be,

And my season began.

Rhythmically, my moments passed.

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

III.

Each coming and going,

Fading like vapor.

Here then gone,

Just as suddenly as it arrived.

IV.

I marked intervals,

Desired the new day.

All the while lost,

To the beauty that was now.

V.

Losing that precious,

Valued commodity,

That is no more measured,

Than it is promised.

VI.

Wasted and squandered,

Moments lost forever.

Opportunities passed up,

Come then gone.

VII.

Age and wisdom,

Reveal what I have forfeited.

A life not lived,

Growth not realized.

VIII.

Now determined,

I will seize moments.

Cherish the time.

Lay hold of this life.

IX.

All I have will be used.

My heart, my talent, my vigor,

Every single resource,

Exploited to exhaustion

X.

At the last tick,

When my final moment ends,

Nothing should remain,

I should exit on empty.

XI.

Now:

My season,

My time.

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Strange Energy

I.

You flow around me

Liquid dreams, fluid energy

Fire burning, searing.

Eating away yet nourishing.

II.

Must I have you?

Must you exist?

A necessary co-existence?

Bound co-dependence?

III.

Your energy binds me,

While also freeing feelings,

Thoughts of death and hell

Paradise and ecstasy.

IV.

Foreign matter unidentified,

How can you be both

That black enemy

And a pure ally?

V.

Substance lacking,

Invisible to sight.

Still an excitement,

To the senses.

VI.

Here as a thief,

To remove me?

Come as companion,

To abide within?

VII.

As an unknown,

Is knowledge possible?

Can you be trusted?

How will I know?

VIII.

You are preternatural,

Simultaneously familiar.

Form or force,

Object or energy?

IX.

A singular assurance,

Is your existence.

We will go on,

As total strangers.

 

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