#totality
My solitary self came wrapped in blankets
Searching for answers in murky clouds
Illusions shattered
The answer came in darkness
In peaceful awakening
A mystical enigma fills my soul with wonder
And I am never the same
Apr 8, 2024
Apr 8, 2024 at 9:14 PM UTC
there is a price to
authenticity that
most people
are not prepared
to pay
the cost
(at least in part)
is:
indifference,
isolation,
rejection, failure,
anxiety, madness,
etc.
it's vicious
strangers and
deadly lovers--
all of them
with spinning
flowers for
eyes as they
dig in: the
elbow, the
heel, the
knife
becoming who
you are demands
that you sacrifice
every inch of
what you
thought you
were to the
eternal flames
it means you're
gonna be hard
on yourself--harder
than anybody else
has ever been
on you
it means you're
gonna think
about killing
yourself
sometimes--you
may even come
close--
and,
make no
mistake, it
will be the
death of you
someday,
but
it will be
the best death
you could've
offered yourself
you will look
back upon
your life with
a cutting
smile and
piercing eyes
knowing that
you stayed
fighting
through every
cheap shot,
backstab, and
bad call
every
knockdown,
defeat, and
sabotage
you kept
coming, no
matter what
life threw at
you:
poverty,
shame,
guilt,
loss,
exile
these things
mean nothing
in the face
of true
becoming
and what
is becoming
if not
annihilation
and that
which remains
after its
totality?
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC
Thieves, thieves.
Christ are we petty.
Could not have imagined
such a death
Such a short-sited
venomous slip of the mind
such a death-toll...
so unpredicted-ably sad to see
A mighty species
Die.
That's the fate of the fate-less, I guess
Our gods were a faceless
Mass
of derangement
Massive enough to take us to space.
What we've plucked from out of our souls
We can never replace
Such as it is, we have no chance
Put to death.
****** and detached.
That's how it ends
--surrounded.
We write out
these sorrows
that aren't really sorrows
and
Pin the tasteless love to our chests
Oratorical shit-hoarding
Trade-card victims
with no actual dignity left.
How embarrassing..
the glory of man-kind
To face a demise,
so mundane.
Forsaken by lies.
Our souls have been neutered and
Turned into tools for
Violently-popular
Prostitution-alized fools
Love for the luscious
the rush of the snarling
Hysterical rousings of
Tumultuous twerps.
This is the way that history ends.
Resting in our dreams.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
The mind
when immersed in memories
of yesterday carried by
hopes of tomorrows
and thoughts that like stones
on the surface of a lake
skip from feeling to heart
tracing ripples of emotions
as from nature's beauty
to the smallness of self
is a universal totality
brushing wind over water
to wave onto shore
a life that lost on Earth
helps grow the next wave
that reaches beyond
into the horizon
where some go to sleep
while others wake
are born or take last breath
to be born again
matters not if the sun shines
or the moon reflects on its surface
glass only gives back
the reality of what is
not what one wants
the universal blanket
over and under
above and below
into time on end
not wavering not changing
to accommodate humanity
sustains eternity
what was and what will be
wishing to be more
is as a mere leaf that falls
over an oak seed on its bank
majestic in the passing
before and after us
is where we take part
of forever
Marta
06/01/2017
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
Reason is terrible,
when
its certainty of being
all reality has been
raised
to the level of truth,
and reason is
consciously
aware
of itself
as its own world,
and of the world
as itself.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC
Three A.M.
Standing
on my deck.
No sleep.
Something calls.
Still and frigid,
waiting quietly,
I breathe in and out.
My breath rises
in misty, white
mortal plumes.
Inspiration;
expiration.
Beyond my cabin,
I feel the deer
dancing
in the deep night,
chanting the old
secret songs
of their antlered clan.
Exaltation.
I watch meteors
drop on
the ridge top
like God's tears
streaking the sky.
Clarity.
Two coyotes
howl a duet
in the darkness;
the creek whispers
and I understand.
Revelation.
I think
of your flesh
warm beneath
a thick quilt.
Expectation.
So many marvels
attend me.
Surely I am
a lucky man.
- mce
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
Structure.
Stability.
Rigidity.
Critical view.
Thoroughness.
Totality.
Honesty.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 1:44 PM UTC
Morning dew,
Will you prove to be
The warning sign
For the life unseen
The birds they flew,
But who knew
It is the present you see
Past tense, unwieldly
Flakes of eve
The silent sun
Makes us one
With the powers that be
Don't you see?
My time is thin
Thin like sin
As i try to rise above my demise
See my life from sacred eyes
Thoughts, they block
What i see
As i travel through the plains of 3D
Self aware of my disease
This is obscene,
Life must be a dream
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC