I think he knows just what I mean
I think he knows just where iv bean
I think he's seen the things iv seen
I think he is the source and the fiend
He thinks my future looks so bleak
He shows me things I do not seek
He tells me things but does not speak
What good are ears before the noise? What good are eyes without light? What good is the mind before consciousness? Without an observer none would exist. How is existence possible before the presence of the observer. An organ containing a boundless universe surrounded by an endless universe, like the two sides of a coin and the brain is somewhere in between. I close my eyes, deafen my ears, numb my senses, quiet my brain, with no observer I am merely atoms floating in space and consciousness fading from being.
I am merely an observer at a play
Watching with me and myself
Not as a participant but just a witness
At times the audience would laugh
Or cry
But these are just moments in time
Some of the characters you love others you despise even hate
The curtains drop and the lights raise, the show is over
"I hope you've learned something"
The actors remove their masks for a bow
Like looking in a mirror
Like a vase
Watch me break
The ugly truth
Is beautiful
Apple of Grenada.
The bounty of a seed.
Genesis of a destiny.
Like all living things, to eventually die.
Honey, the fruits of our labor measurable in centuries.
Broken bread, tainted mead and rotting flora.
A circle continuous within your truancy.
Emerging from a mere kernel, sprouting from the soil, a life, the milk of a mother.
A flower in full bloom, sharing an existence with all else.
Pedal by pedal,
Wilted by the sun.
Once the barer of life, now the demise of this beauty.
Aiming for immortality.
Alive, eventually to rot.
Leaves, stem and stock, soon to wilt.
An oak, barren of acorn.
A cypress, with age.
A sprout with ambition.
Inhale
I want to be here for a lifetime
Giving life
Exhale
I could be stuck here forever
Dying
Clouds block the view of a stunning sunrise.
A stone wall stands between lush green grass and a parched drought infested field.
A rock, unable to see through.
A boulder, unable to move.
Lying here more then a million years, generations, life times.
Living in one place for eternity, with no pulse.
A monument, a concept, unable to pass.
This stone.
Used
Cover to cover
Hands of men and women
Page by page
Each word is read
Each line is used
Another lesson is learned
Another story is lost
Enjoyed by one
Then tossed aside
Only to be done again by the next
This book wants a home
This book needs a keeper
If not the cycle continues
This book will ware away
Just to be something it wasn't
If this book finds no retreat
Burn it, please.
Take my book, it needs your love
Lost within the forest
Resolving to be
An animal
A monster made by my own creation
A beast that is my reflection
Hiding behind a mirror
This mask feels permanent
Flight.
Weightlessness.
Challenging gravity.
A moment so high.
First met by the kiss of cold soil.
A plunge to a depth never known before.
Fall with tolerance and pride.
Faith within your own weight.
Soon to graze the sky.
The sparrow must fall before it can fly.