Tuesday, August 24, 2010

The Greatest Rule About Vision

Aug 19th, 2010

Is that at first in life

The world is the universe

And the function you see

Goes to infinity.

Youth finds solace in the endless

Future before them.

But the more you see

And the more you learn,

The more you find truth

Is precisely measured.

Not going much farther,

Given its extent,

The world becomes smaller

Leaving only lament.

As we watch the ground

Bellow our feet

Exponentially shrink

We make ourselves the universe

And wouldn't you think

We become thinner and perverse,

Black holes to all with gravity

Expanding on self-depravity

To a minuscule sink.

Age finds solace in its begotten,

False hope that an impossibility,

A law of existence,

Might be bent or broken

To allow passage for the chosen

To the fable of a baby's first view,

And a rearing's first promise,

The greatest lie of life:

You can do whatever you want to do.

To accept this as false,

And in your game lose,

Would be to stave depression

From great expectation

Of what society holds true,

Born from excess

And many a broken dream

From a generation's broken world

And booming economy.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

A Steady Shimmy

May 10th, 2009

Back and forth

Racing toward a destination


A dark tunnel.

Sporatic lights.

Innumerable shadows;

The stink of discontentment.

A subway for a mind.

While not derailed,

Uncontrollable it speeds,

The contents and possabilities of the heart swirl

Like colors on the seat hidden

They are kept;

Tacky and soiled they seem.

One must prevail.

A junction:

Decision close.

The law or the gauche?

Whichever comes easier.

More avenues appear.

Will it ever stop?

Will it ever arrive?

The noises of screetching metal

Drown the will

Until its speed is all it will know

And all it will have

Bluring the eyes of the future to see

The defened will in the dark.

Monday, August 2, 2010

What is My Part?

July 19th, 2010

The part in such hatred.

What's really so different?

From many love treads.

To few it comes truly,

When commit they shall,

Who can call is so cruelly

A thing worse than fowl?

For now we are taking

The blame in our heart

A mark of great sinning

To hell would depart.

The man or the women,

Accused of the wrong,

Should know such straight doctrine

Deeper than sunday song.

The toughest words of Jesus

that ever he preached

"Love is the greatest,"

Now let me beseech,

There may be one right,

But God opens the door

To arms that hug tightly

His lost children ashore.