I'm Done

There is nothing more to do.
I have torched the bridges between us all completely.
Nothing left to say. Nothing left to do.
Just take one last look while I ash my cigar, letting them fall on the ashes of the charred wood,
And keep moving my feet in a forward direction (choose carefully).
The obliteration complete,
The once flourishing green meadow is now brown and burnt,
Void of all life.

This is what I leave behind to the world.
This is my legacy.
Pain, suffering, hatred of my being,
All above are the strongest aspects of my identity.
All who have crossed paths with myself feel this given to them.

Love? Not here. Just a warm pistol of hatred and loathing.

There is still hope though, isn't there?

Her

She led me to insanity.
At least that what I say to justify my actions.
No woman truly has made me act in this manner, which makes think
That she is still the perfect girl for me.
But I can't forget that I'm still young and naive,
A child at heart.
And I still don't know several aspects of my identity.

She made me insane and I can't shake it.
How do I repair this? Is repair even possible?
What will I need to forget her totally?
Run Away?!
Always on the side of flight my mind is.

A Piece of Prose Poetry About Life

Life is constantly full of transitions, periods of change.
We need to embrace them, and not reject them.
Being a species of evolution, consistency and stable sameness should not be our goal.
We need to move on to our next phase and period of our ever-changing lifestyle and culture.
Warning: Do not just sit and be sedentary--that leads to disease and early termination.
That is not what I, nor anyone should, desire.

The cruel joke of life is that one day you cannot do what you once did.
Entropy is the only constant in this world.
From the meanest ant, to the wealthiest human, we will all die.
All we can attain is to leave some kind of legacy, something for others to remember and recall us by.

This is what many writers, poets, and artists before me learned.
There is necessity for art in our world so we take the time to appreciate what is beautiful and lovely in our world--to remember that life is beauty.
Even with all the ups and downs, all the messiness embodied here, life is beauty; you can find examples of that METAPHOR in every corner, every river bend, every place you go.
There is beauty in life, and there is beauty in you.

Suburbial Bliss

A late start this morn.
Flapjacks on stove with bacon.
Time for family.

Paria

Paria Paria,
Where have you been?
Always running away from your fears and
Eating any scraps thrown at you.
Her bones are tired, her muscles weak,
There is much more behind little brown eyes than you can possibly imagine.

Paria Paria,
What have you done?
What are the trials you have faced?
Any accomplishments? Any discouragements?
The world is not kind to the low and mean.
There are few comfortable being charitable,
And giving all they have. Even the charity cannot
Drain themselves fully for the aid of the need.

Paria Paria,
Why did you leave?
What caused you to run from the life you were given?
Not enough cats to chase, or sickly scraps to kill the
Stomach twinges?
Was there a master who drank from the bottle too frequently?
The world is cruel and miserable, but we must rise above the misery
And keep sights on the positive and joyous to combat the negative and painful.
We will succeed, but we must be patient.

These Days (Redux)

We continue to move and worry on the trifles, with
Few moments of the grand themes of life.
What would happen to us if we constantly dwelled
Our thoughts on the big things? Would our minds be pushed
Too hard and break down as the pontoon's Civic engine?

Perhaps this is the reason the persons of this world, nay,
This nation, put their thoughts on the topics that don't matter.
'Tis the easier of the two, and our country loves the
Easier ways (at least these days).

The world is too much with us, that much is true.
The Voices of intelligence knew this too well, and
Saw us traveling the path we have taken and
Continue to drive on. There are few of us left
Who see the world through unclouded eyes;
We live life the proper Romantic way--Balance.

"Keep the Balance" is what my mentors instructed me to do.
We can't stay on one side more than the other,
Otherwise we risk loosing our personal nature and identity;
They would crumble and fall as the statue in David's dream.

Rest and fight equal amounts, and life will be bearable.
We can find those with similar ideas, just as anything worth wile in this world,
We just have to work and persevere though the pain, and the payoff will be sweet.

Keep the balance, and keep your feet moving.

Blood-Apathy Level

(Something I wrote a while ago)

Apathy is in my bloodstream, and it never leaves its home.
My body, the vessel that holds the liquid of not caring,
Allows the apathy to enter through the mouth,
Or, more commonly, through the ocular cavities via
audio-visual insertions
They take you in and never let go.
Always harming your work ethic.