I had an epiphany
It was so strange
I was looking at everything in a different way
Nothing was wrong with me!
I suddenly realized
There's something wrong with everyone else, not I!
I still may not be beautiful or perfect or anything
But I do know that there isn't a damned thing wrong with me
I figured it out, and nearly gone insane
But it numbed me instead of exploding my sanity
I felt everything and nothing
My mind was moving and wondering the same things
The answers unknown
The questions never asked
Nothing made sense, because people's brains are dead
They would say I'm insane for everything in my head
Drop your preconceptions of me at the door
Who do you see?
Not the person that was there before
I just always wanted a chance
To prove that I was something different
Than who you thought I was
But I only need to prove it to myself
I see that now
I am me
And you are you
I don't need anyone's acceptance but my own
Because, after all, above anyone else
We need to be able to live with ourselves
An epiphany I had, in loneliness profound
and heard between the silences, a most sonorous sound
I felt the blindness fade, as clarity invoked
and saw beyond the curtains, beyond pernicious smoke
I saw what it's about, how life is faded shades
this beauty is a glimpse, of what the maker made
I witnessed death's unbiased love for all the things you see
a stillness hidden in time; a moment's eternity
Nothing is ever broken, for nothing was ever real
and nothing is ever lost in time for nothing is all that's here
behind delusion's tainted mask there lies the absolution
a mirror that shows the absurd truth distilled of all illusion
This epiphany I had, in loneliness surreal
instilled into existence is a God that is unreal
the way of all things is just as perfect as could be
and now in all my loneliness, I know what it is to see
Leave it to a day away to make you rethink things.
Where are you going?
Why are you going?
How are you going?
What are you taking with you?
What are you leaving behind?
All I hope is that
I am going forward
so I can be happy,
adding to what memories I have
I wish i had one.
I wish passing by someone or something
I'd see things more clear
No hate, no concernes, no envy, no fear.
Just a light ride
I'm stuck in the silence of my own body
My mind is running wild
I'm like a tornado inside a a house made of glass
I went to the beach in search of epiphany.
I was hoping to find her among the clouds,
witnessing her morph into an ivory shape that would
probe my unconscious into fashioning
some big epiphany
out of her silver linings,
relentless against the beating winds.
unearth him beneath the patterns of cracks in rocks; and
he would weave a veiny trial to
lead my psyche into navigating
the big epiphany
after testing his infallible focus,
relentless against the beating waves.
I felt the sea spray tease my toes
the maritime breeze whip my face
the scraggly sand stab my heels
the roaring waves crash against the jagged cliff
I did not find epiphany.
all I found
was that again
I felt small.
Thank you, Thomas Edison, for your invention.
That we may use it as an analogy
No risiduals earned on this I'm afraid.
Epiphanies are so rare there would be little earned anyway.
They come on like rushing wind
Some we are lucky enough to grasp.
Others are squandered.
At the bottom of a bottle or glass.
Lost in the illegible syntax of a bar napkin.
Thomas Edison once bemused that he never failed.
He simply found a new way it wouldn't work.
What I wouldn't have given,
to have been among,
his bar napkins and empty bottles.