Time is our master.
Beauty and ugliness,
Life and death,
Dictated by the hands of clock.
A chance occurrence in the soup.
Casual observers moving with the tide.
The paradox of free will;
Both truth and an illusion.
Consciousness reminds us we're real.
Pain and suffering grounds us to reality;
Wax your board and ride the waves of existence;
Adapt and let go.
Give up control and give in to the flow...
some people have their heads in the cloud because they're falling stars
some people dance in the rain because they can't take shelter
i'm not watering down your fight
i'm not burying my might
some days you ask where this plane is going and some days you realize you're on a train
most days you don't
how free are you?
does it matter?
Blossom of humanity;
I caught you by the tail,
And now you’re slipping out of my hand.
As we pack ourselves tighter in;
As we close the gaps with our wondrous tools;
We lose our colour,
And melt together.
Tolerance, gift of our violence.
You paint our faces all the same.
I cannot deny your higher road.
I cannot deny my head is turned,
While being driven on with the rest of us.
Like an arrow through a vacuum we fly.
feeling the oscillation of the shaft,
looking down its length at one moment,
and not being able to see over the curve the next.
Pointing at the flex from our momentary vantage.
as if we or they were responsible,
and not the bow
that fired us long long ago.
confined to these four walls.
Refusing to care
Rejecting phone calls ..
And no doubt about it,it is very
safe to say
....One is a lonely number....
but that's how I stay.
Life attempts to teach,,refine and ultimately birth a better me
But for now...... Being that there's a free will ,a hermit I choose to be.
But mainly I'm dying.
A Man Long have I sought answers
Yet now, seeing her, I stand mute.
What glories, what honors shall be mine
When I ask of the Goddess Future
And She tells me what lies ahead.
Future Ask of me what you will
It is mine to answer plainly.
Man Future, what shall be my greatest glory
In times to come?
Fut Happiness is the greatest treasure
And is sought by all
Through many and various means.
Happiness may be a part of all futures.
Man Yes, 'tis true
Happiness is a worthy crown.
How shall I find my happiness?
Through wealth, fame, power?
If this glory is to be mine
From whence shall it come?
Fut From love. True happiness
Comes only through love.
Not love of money
Or of clattering applause
Nor love of deeds greatly done
Or wars bravely fought
But simple love.
To love oneself
Freely, and daily, and imperfectly
As in all the affairs of man
This brings the greatest of all treasures
Man Love? Love??
My greatest glory in all my days
Shall come through love?!
By the power that has put us here
In this darksome void of emptiness
You are bound to answer all
And answer plain!
Yet you stand before me
Spouting riddles and ancient stories
Told to fresh weaned children.
Tell me! Tell me true! Tell me plain!!
Where and how and when
Shall I find happiness!!?
Fut I tell you true and I tell you plain
As I have always done
And never were these words hidden
From anyone's heart.
They have been lying amongst your feet
Crowding you and tripping you
As you travel your daily lives.
Yet you kick them aside
Daring not to look down
Through fear of being devoured
By life's pains while caring
Or lest some vain comfort of man
Pass you by.
Truly I say
The ones who find happiness
Are those open to change.
For all mankind yearns
For the missing part
And accepts what is before them
To fill the emptiness.
But only those who recognize
The ill-fitting lies of
And frail human vanities
Only they are free to continue the search
And eventually gain, happiness.
Man Words, hollow words.
Long have I lived.
Many are my tales
Of wearisome toil and effort
And again all that is found
Are simple words.
Who's power it is to know
The fates of all men
Answer me with uncertainties.
Go, go back to where you came from
Leave me alone.
I shall rest,
And tend to my pains and sorrows.
Fut NO!! There are no uncertainties
Or riddles in my speech.
Only to those who love themselves
Is given the boon of happiness.
You, who's ears are small
And filled with worldly echoes
You stand before a Goddess
And dismiss Her words
Rather than admit your error.
It is the honor and privilege
Of all free willed man to do so.
Therefore I shall be silent,
And leave you,
At your own bidding.