always changing, never caring
selfish and unrelenting
gripping through flesh and bone
what can’t be shown.
Calloused leather feet
face blistered beyond recognition
mouth so dry it dare not speak
stomach bloated from malnutrition
searches for what can’t be shown.
“Let me tell you,” says the beaten form
“a secret that has been forgotten.”
“What you seek so brutally
can’t be stolen or ripped from me.
It is a seed, so divine,
it outlives earth, stars, and time.
Yet what you think you steal
is given quite freely.
Because I know the truth
of the weather
that it cannot last forever.
But this seed, this seed
that nourishes and binds
beyond your concept of truth and time
grows a little
with every drought and wildfire
earthquake and hurricane
it reaches, unconsciously
spreading leaves wide
lifting further, growing stronger
until sublime petals peek through
and is reunited
with the heavenly world we once knew.”
Every time I watch the news my heart weeps. Logically, I understand the reasoning behind why people do what they do and behave the way they behave. Power. Greed. Wealth. Religion. All of these things are concepts as old as the humanity. All have been at the root of wars, blind hatred, and worse for as long as we have existed. The most basic part of me, my un-evolved primal self, gets it. You want more, you take it. You don’t like something, you destroy it.
The problem, the issue that shreds my faith in our future as a species, is that not only can I see what is going on, but I feel it. There aren’t dead bodies lined neatly across the ground creating a fleshy soulless track for a train filled with despair, but family. Not mine, but someone’s. Those aren’t bodies. They are memories that will forever be forgotten. Hopes that will never be realized. Lives that will never meet their full potential, their possibly wondrous potential that could re-shape mankind for the better. Where I once could see such atrocities and think, “Wow, that’s sad,” then move on with my day, now I have no choice but to weep at our selfishness.
How can people think they are gifted with a purpose of murder? How can someone look upon another with such a rage-filled hatred that it consumes their every thought and action? How can someone steal the life of someone’s child without mourning the loss? How can people be so blinded by things that, aside from religion, have no real purpose? Unfortunately, Earth and her people leave me with more questions than answers.
Sometimes, I sit in darkness and allow the quiet to envelop me, a sickening cocoon of pensive thoughts. I pull myself away from the illusion of this life and try to see our era from a third person perspective, or even a future historian. Will said historian speak of our time as a re-awakening or as a second Dark Age? One that is read about in over priced books by young men and women with obvious disgust, wonder, and pity. “How could they live like that?” they will ask. But I have to admit, I also wonder how the misguided actions of this era will shape the future. Will there even be a tattered used book to buy or will this Dark Age, this Age of Deceit and Paranoia, lead to a world so beautiful with divine love that it is beyond our current comprehension? I choose to believe the latter. No, I have to believe it. Because if I don’t, if all of the loss and suffering is for nothing, then my heart will be consumed. There will be no reason for anything. No reason to work. No reason to love. No reason to remain here.
Allegiances, blind and ignorant
weave hatred and lies
as a way of life
into minds, of young and old.
Love and acceptance
is seen as a character flaw
to be bleed and mutilated
bound and subjugated
it’s teachings twisted and manipulated
until all that’s left is unholy law.
There will never be peace among men
Joy will never find it’s home within weary hearts
for the greatest tragedy
in our war mongering history
wicked saccharine skin.
Woe to the writer at loss of words,
for he hath no more soul to bear.
Woe to the artist with mended heart,
for his canvas bleeds no more.
Woe to the spiritual with a perfect path,
for their soul will never be torn apart.
Woe to the one who cloaks himself in sanity,
for life on the fringe hath no compare.
with your designer cloth
to cover rotting flesh
your skyscrapers to claim
a heaven meant to be shared
evolving at a pace
that will soon get everyone killed.
how you boast your accomplishments
how you worship your objects
how you destroy life
how you grow in your self-loathing
and empty bubbles
made by your man-made materials.
why can you not see?
The beauty of your existance
is not found in your worldly possessions
not in your ability to destroy
so that you can claim creation
but in the fact that you exist.
A while back I posted a challenge to myself (and anyone who chose to accept) to work outside your comfort zone. I chose to write a love story. Let me clarify, a love story without me killing, dismembering, sex, or any form of the paranormal. It isn’t quite finished yet, but I found myself questioning whether or not I would even post it. It’s hard enough (at least for me) to share something that I feel good about. However, to share something that I have struggled so desperately with is truly terrifying to me. As I sat at my laptop last night staring at my short story and wondering how badly my story actually sucked, I reminded myself the reason I began my little project to begin with. To grow. I want to grow as a writer, as an artist. I don’t want to limit myself or my work to only one canvas. So when I’m finally done torturing myself, I will post my short story and hope that anyone who chooses to read it will be honest and helpful in their remarks. And that it will help me become a better writer in the process.
Originally posted on poetreecreations.org:
Then why do we have souls
That can be torn, bleed and cry?
What cause for pain and sorrow
What excuse for hope or love
If there is not a Greater Being?
Why do we strive and care
Work, struggle, and toil
If there is no reason?
The heart and mind experience
Sensations that we call feelings
It cannot all be useless!
It may be false comfort
But I believe in a force
Larger than myself.
Not surprised, but still…
Originally posted on PATRIOTS AND PAULIES (Politics & News):
“A very dark philosophy is spreading like wildfire among the global elite…an obsessive belief that humanity has become a cancer that is destroying the earth.”
It would be very difficult to understate just how obsessed many members of the global elite are with human population control. There are now large numbers of global leaders that are convinced that the exploding population of the world has become like a virus or a plague, and that it must be combated as such. The United Nations puts out position papers about it, universities have entire courses dedicated to it, radical population control advocates have been appointed to some of the highest political positions in the world and some of the wealthiest people on the planet get together just to talk about it.” – Michael Snyder, End of the American Dream, “Yes, They Really Do Want To Reduce The Population.”
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