where it goes: up or down
good or bad; joy or sadness
fullfillment, sometimes, either way
Does fear control us?
Do we stumble for the lightswitch, only to belive the illusion one mind leads us to believe?
Are we so afraid?!
Of what?!
There is a reason for everything.
Such is a firm belief for me.
Coincidence is an illusion.
There for reasons for fears.
Concrete facts.
We have forgotten our history.
Not the horrors of it. Not war.
But the simplicity of it.
Most of our days taken up by life: cording wood by hand; cutting 4x4's with an awl; catching or cooking freshly hunted beast; sewing our own clothes; herbs as medicine; no sex until marriage; feeding the horses which serves as transportation.
We have lost our simplicity to overrated commercialization.
Big word, I know. Could you spell it?
We have given up our skills for quick pleasures.
We have traded Honor, Chivalry and Decency for Laziness, Greed, and Selfishness.
How unfair. How wrong. How easy.
can't be as bad as they seem.
Life goes on, right?
Time marches, us as ants on a mountian...
flow with it, helpless to deny it
We try.
Deny to the bittersweet end.
Twisting and turning, squirming and glueing
Trying to force two beginnings together
Combing ends to form our pleasures
Content to lying to everybody (including ourselves)
Lies form our perception
We become them, forgetting who/what we are.
perverse pleasures distincual to anarchy
no rhyme or reason
simply driven on wants, thinks, needs
patroling guidelines that have no boundaries
boundaries that have no centers
each to their own and beyond into others
mindless repetition and psycho-babble
flowing through trap doors to vents
word vents, sense vents
open at a signal, closed to reality
uncontrollable desires, not wanting to control them
not wanting control at all, for that takes work
it takes spirit, which is drained by laziness
a demon who laughs and presses dry fingers
slobbering at all it's disciples
it's children who are content to be tortured
tortured by one who cares not
7 deadly sins converge to castrate our humanity
those who have been cast out
throw lots to throw us out
or keep us in
Purgatory
Beautiful, just beautiful. How the words can linger for years,
Even forever they last for moments only
then exist in the memory warehouse
something to nibble on in bad times, something sweet to carry us through. Those moments are why we struggle... its what we struggle for, struggle towards.
Everything in itself as its opposite... they grey line, the center, the middle. That's where we find such bright shining moments...
hidden, camoflauged; buried beneath muck and silt
perhaps in our own way we are all like pirates...
but our gold is emotions; our jewels something we really don't need but long for just the same: our plunder is goodness, bits of it disguised as quick pleasures. Is that all that matters?
Just quick joy, exhiliration, a few moments rush?
Just to be let down minutes, even hours later, you will be let down
(in one way or another...).
Dissappointed as they fly/flow away, like your sanity, your sensibility, your dignity...
Now words mean differently, ideas have become symbols
for quick reading (if you can)
How demeaning is it to awaken from a high... (why yes it was a lie)
Can you find it again? What would you do to find it?
Have you lost your soul to an emotion?
Is that all its worth?
A bauble to be bartered for lies? That which makes you whole?
That which makes each human as different as our fingertips?
Our souls are one inch noone can take.
Noone!
It is what and who we are. It defines us, our own emotions.
That which lives within us.
Everyone has a shooting star for the taking... they simply must take it.
It will NOT be easy.
The road will be winding and broken
There are NO easy answers, especially if it's true.
Especially then.
You will fight tooth and nail for your beliefs.
You may even lose some. Would those lost parts, would they be worth it? Worth your soul? Worth who you are?
There are joys in simple things, should you take the time to look for them. How a bee hovers over a flower, colored for spring.
The crisp blue sky and green beneath it.
The sounds of birds talking in the morning.
Owls flirting at night.
How the sun colors the sky, the moon fills the sky.
Children's laughter and innocent questions.
Time with friends and loved ones. The smell of dinner.
Music.
So many true joys and yet we escape to laziness, to sloth.
Excuses to immorality through narrowmindedness.
An easy escape route to emptiness. Illogical has become the way.
Reality upside-down and backwards. Some how we flipped over.
Somehow everything went different. Somehow we began to like it.
And it is eating us. Devouring our soul/sanity/salvation..
Soul reaving while we smile and look along. Not wanting to see what we've just done. Make it done and be gone.
Giving ourselves up for
giving up our souls for lies.
...and we like it...
To let patience and wisdom grow
An experince through life, neverending
One must listen to one's heart
One must learn to feel the souls intuition
One must learn to use their brain as it should be:
A simple control room.
Your brain only deciphers what the senses tell you
Your 7 senses; of others love and intuition
Allowing such things to only translate
Of simple and calm mind
From chaos and pain comes stillness
From anarchy comes patience
Emanating from an inch
A simple inch
Don't reach for it, grasping for realness
Understand it is you. It is there already.
Embrace it as it is your heart and soul
It hides in you as Hope in the world
Measuring carefully its doses in humanity
Controlling so as to not be controlled
To always be free