Life. A cycle of sorts that differentiates from other cycles by its ability to evolve when its course is altered. An ability made possible by senses that can detect environment and energy, and an intellect that can process what these senses detect. An ability that creates self awareness, which in turn brings the notion of mortality. Life is thus a fight for survival and the key to this survival is understanding.
These brittle little cogs
In the delusional machine
Have left the future
Far behind them
To drown in hails
Of primal screams
What of their youth?
What of their dreams?
What of the stigma
They create
With their ignorance and folly
And their whiny little traits
Just let them run
Towards the cliff
Let them believe
That they can fly
And the future maybe saved
From this breed of breathing lies
Disregard the surrounding chaos
Just focus on those mischievous eyes
There is a plan behind them
Where grey and white is all that matters
Where sparks bridge the void
With all the duality of an oculus
A third eye peers out from deep inside
Reaching and receiving in equal measures
Beyond the actions and reactions of feelings
And their poor judgement
Over four decades of scars
But hey, I’m okay
I have my stories to tell
A history of violence
Upon which to dwell
From the little boy
Punching trees to harden his fists
To the cool eyed whatever I’ve become
I’m okay
I’m not here to preach
I’m not here to teach
I’ll just share my way
So that the broken can fix themselves
Learn to smile and say:
Embrace the joys of life
Wherever they may be
Even in the darkest corners of existence
Be persistent
And you’ll be okay
All you need to do is nothing
Then I can move ahead
Without you
Without you
Without you
In my way, I’ll make my way
And make a new space in my head
Without you
I can dream of better days
And make them bloom in to the real
Where the future is my own
With nothing there for you to steal
So just you stay right where you are
And watch me walk away
Without action and in silence
That’s the role you have to play
So I can feel the thorn extracting
Pull out from my side
And let the blood flow from the wound
Knowing it will heal with time
Her eyes
A glance from the void
A taste of infinity
Hypnotically deep
Holding within
A hint of divination
A memory to keep
Within the hidden arenas
Of the subconscious
“Once you had my blood removed from your womb, you placed yourself beyond redemption.”
What’s in a smile?
Contagion!
All played out
Burning up
The last of this energy
Still, with reserve
Desperately trying to hold
A minimum of dignity
Before the last of our emotions
Turn to dust
Nothing is the same
Within a constant evolution
Even when the obvious
Overshadows the detail
