#heidegger
Enamored of the possible, and racing,
Through a winding maze of endless choices,
Daunted by the obstacles we're facing, and
Dizzied by the clamor's many voices,
Shackled by a heavy chain of causes,
Binding us to all we've ever known,
The many paths before us give us pause, as
We struggle to define which are our own,
Within a world that's not of our own making
We anxiously await the day we'll find,
A journey worthy of our undertaking, so
That purpose in our lives may be defined, but
Perhaps our fate condemns us all to wander, and
Our lives are merely mysteries to ponder
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 10:35 AM UTC
Half white, half other
Mother of a soon to be
Born from an intent at backlash
Mother of a born to be
Plastic spoon in a microwave
Destitute, minimal,
designer criminal
Bun in the oven
Baby be coming
Out of any mind to choose
Mother of a soon to be
Potential property to bruise
Heidegger enlisted to the off-side
Probably due to the wave before
Baby lost to the in and out
of control, vessel of the past and preordained
Prescribed a will denying the innate
All joke, all alone
Began to end in a hot flash
Mother of a soon to be
Giveaway
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
I heard it early on,
Shortly after birth...
That time when I was thrown
Into this place upon the earth
The constant, constant ticking,
The ticking of a clock
The day’s and hours clicking;
Tomorrow’s mental block
---
Sein-zum-Tode, I know her –
Pulling me ever closer
And pushing me ever further
From yesterday, once-over
Today, I hear it loudly;
Sometimes I hear it not
And thinking things profoundly:
This ticking has to stop
.
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 3:08 PM UTC