Posts Tagged ‘questions’
Analytic Repose
Can a soul bleed?
Can a part of ourselves
Fall into the oblivious nature of
Our inner desires. Are we anything but
Corrupt? Can we feel? Can we adjust our
Contemplating to make allowance for the
Temperate equality that cuts through the
Darkness of our own understanding?
We are nothing…. we cannot be unless the interplay
Allows…
Winter’s Bane
The importance of idolatry
Isn’t that people worship statues
And empty vessels;
It’s having something to believe in.
Something more tangible than
A being we can dial collect
Unless they want to receive our
Bitching phone calls.
We dial zero and listen to the
Elevator music of our souls,
As we go lower and lower into
The infernality that is being human.
A Cynical Life
Recently, brace yourselves, I have discovered that I have apparently been a cynical person for a while. What led me to this conclusion? Well, it involved going to lunch with some of my friends form high school. Now, for some of you who know me, high school has been a few years ago. (side note: I”m not super young. However, I’m still fairly young….but that’s beside the point, I didn’t want to paint myself as some old troll under the bridge waiting for passersby.) Anyway, we were sitting there reminiscing about high school and talking about life when the idea of what we had originally majored in in college came up, and one of my friends commented that she was originally going to be an accountant.
Well, we kept chatting, and I said that I could never be an accountant because I would be so bored by the monotony of it all…I also said something to the effect of “I would have to go to the store and buy razor blades to spice things up because I would wonder is today going to be the day.” This received a chuckle from the table, and everyone commented that I’m the same old Barry…honestly, I did not realize that I have been this way for years…however a group of four people wouldn’t tell lies (and a communal one at that) would they?
Honestly, I think that a resolution (and I know that it’s a little late in the month of January for this) for me would be to be a little less cynical that what I am….Understandablly, I don’t think that I will quit being cynical entirely because I think that is part of who I am. It’s also what gives me some of my dry wit and makes me a little weird and fun…however, I think that having a more positive cynicism might be better…it’s achieving this sort of thing that may be nigh impossible. (Additionally, just to let you all know, I believe that the glass could be filled up or could be emptied fairly quickly by chugging depending on what’s inside.)
Saturn is Rising
A bright spot in the night sky.
An omen of immortal proportions.
Moves. Sways. Explodes.
Can we equate ourselves to gods?
Sitting alone in our technological throne rooms.
Weeping into our soup.
As the diabolical monkey dances.
Living
Daily, I battle
The tempest trying to
Blow my spirit into
Submission.
It takes me by
Surprise and sucks the
Wind out of my chilled
Lungs.
Drowning on the land, it’s
Harder to breathe
Sleeping in a bed of
Squalor.
Slowly hands touch,
Lips meet, a run of electricity
Up my spine
Shooting.
Emptiness cannot be
Voided by this
Illusion playing…
Lying.
Solaria
What are you?
The Sun?
Glaring at me with your
Cold, fervent fire.
You are nothing but
A blot of dark
Light in the sky
Burning, but
Not feeling.
Please let me be whole.
Let me feel your chilling
Heat before I give into
My immortality…
Let me see the light.
Crystaline Clear
My mentality slips
Just a particle more everyday.
Between each palpitation
Of my still beating heart.
What is right and good
Never comes into play
Because of the insanity,
The instability that I flaunt.
Inside my crystal cage,
The key hangs from her fingers
Beckoning to me to grasp it…
Alas, I reach for the wrong key in this
Hall of mirrors, and
She laughs at me unmercifully.
