Saturday, March 31, 2007

Hear How The Silence Screams



It is the deafening silence after the thunderclap.
It is the stifling still air after the rain.
It is the quiet after the roar of peoples.
It is the absence after the presence.

There is a certain sort of despair that happens in such a circumstance. It takes the form of a lingering lack of presence, its haunting chill looming over your shoulder and slowly filling the air around you, displacing all as it does. The dense atmosphere around you condenses as your mind begins to swim. You wish you had company to chase away the encroaching lack.

A drowning thought surfaces. What if you couldn't always have the highs? What if everyone was meant to float upon liquid mediocrity? Adrenaline cannot last forever, nor can euphoria. Trying to clutter your world with the busyness of business isn't quite going to shake the equilibrium and erupt a change. What if we were all meant to rough out not just the lows in life, but the middles too? Settling for nothing less than extraordinary would simply mean settling for very little.
You gasp for air, and inhale globs of frustration. You wait for the wind to come.

It is the deafening silence after the thunderclap.
It is the stifling still air after the rain.
It is the quiet after the roar of peoples.
It is the absence after the presence.

It is the I within nothing
And the nothing inside
Me.

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Sunday, March 25, 2007

The Ride Of Your Life



A gaping chasm opens wide before you, breeding foreboding and causing you relative distress. Of course there's a way down, but it looks too much like those slippery slopes you hear of in stories - those that once you embark upon never let you come back. Here would be a good place and time to sit and contemplate, and maybe even grab a cup of coffee while you're at it. Afterall, who wants to make a hasty decision? Maybe if you were harassed to think of a place to eat a hasty decision might be in order, but not for something as huge as this. Some things require time to ponder on the implications. What if you regret it? That wouldn't be too much use if you were already half way down the aforementioned slope would it?
All around you people pass.
Some stop dead in their tracks, confusion and terror in their eyes - it's not every day you see such an abyss.
Some pick up speed and jump, relying on intertia and adrenaline to keep their thoughts off what lay before them, cheering as they did, but such expressions of achievement fall on no ears but their own.
Some take the slope you had your doubts on, and it isn't long before they disappear from your sight too - quicker than the jumpers that's for sure, but gone just the same.
Some bring equipment along with them in huge packs. It's a wonder how they got this far with such a load. They begin to descend this precipice with a certain confidence, knowing that they have something to rely on.
Some make their way with others, some with more, some with less, some with none.
And there are some who are just like you, watching the world pass you by and get ahead of you. If there was any trace of doubt in them though, their countenance said nothing.

It's getting late, and you should be going on your way. You know the world isn't going to wait up. Just as you step to the edge, your ears pick up a scream and a shout. One in terror and one in ecstacy. You don't know which to let yourself hear. You don't know which to make real. Your legs tremble as a bead of sweat makes its slow and ponderous journey down the sheer face of your face. You propose closing your eyes and going for it to your conscious mind, and it rejects your proposal. There are few people left around you, and the sun begins to go down. You tell yourself that this is it. You take the path you take...

And you step out into the ride of your life.

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Wednesday, March 21, 2007

A Word For The Weary



Your burden is heavy, your path unending
You grow weary, but the world is uncaring.
You catch an eye, though an eye of scorn
You try to scream, but your lungs are torn.
Your faith decays as your vision fades
You've lost all hope you once had made.

Yet take heart, this won't last forever
Things usually hurt before they get better.
Though there are moments you might feel down,
Your eyes need never follow to face the ground.
Your burden is heavy, your path unending,
But draw away from such despair
And what you find is a life worth living.

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Monday, March 19, 2007

Take Cover





Come rain come shine,
Where do you hide?
Come pain come time,
What is your shelter?
Come the weight of the world,
Where do you take cover?

Sorry about the long delay between posts, will try to post more soon...

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Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Amidst



Broken architecture belies
Existence that inhabits
Within such walls.
Found by few,
Seen by some,
It is unnatural to notice the
Natural.

Juxtaposition



Who knows for sure the value of your own world when placed in comparison with the rest of the worlds that exist.
But then again, TOK steps in and argues in your favour, for once. If your knowledge can only be proved by your experience, then this very barrier, visible or otherwise, limits you to know something - That there's a world you can't just step out of and head for another, because it's a busy road on the outside, and your's is already moving too fast anyway.
At least derive some comfort in knowing that what you're feeling is all that you're knowing. The world limits you that way, but perhaps it's so we don't get run over by the numerous onrushing problems.
Then there was the incident of the select few who are able to decimate such problems with the hypothetical arsenal of a mere bicycle, but such occurances are rare, if not humanly impossible anyhow.

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