9/29/12

What is it to be harmed,
to suffer at the profit of another,
and be unaware of your situation?

How can such atrocities arise,
in cities of a risen peoples,
who look forward in consciousness?

Winners and losers, power,
dichotomic worldviews inbred,
perpetual stagnation, hint of change.

Facets, Mere Facets

Feeling ill daily, often prolonged,
This festering wound binding my eyes,
Closing off perceptions past nature,
Travel down this mountain pass,
Wearing only these spiritual robes,
Attempting to break the barrier,
Carrying a limp figure cradled,
Acute or obtuse in the total breath,
As it slips out and becomes visible,
In this cooled winter air,
Crisp, as a fresh apple, and refreshing,
That turn turns again in terms of internal,
Shifting with a swift accuracy,
Which leaves me with something new to learn,
Climbing down that cliff all adrift,
Wishing there was a true ending.

Now question if you made the right choice,
This direction denied inspection through this voice,
Lay down, victim, to this chosen path,
Don't dwell on what could have been,
Let not one tear fall in the name of this,
No matter how it is to crave her kiss.

just a few thoughts i had the other day

Constant random recontextualization towards the release of all minds held back by the restraint of common belief.  As just the adolescent doubts past the extent of cultural fixations, so does the disillusioned socially stricken self critical seeker.  Words are nothing and belong to no one individually, thus justified the stripping, ripping and repasteing we all do in everyday conversation.  This can hardly be considered our essence though, even if it is a consistency of our nature.  In this culture of change as consistency, navigation and wading still rarely take precedence. What is rare was once common and what is common will become rare. 5x4x3x2x1(I am a thinking thing.)