This Life is More Than Painful
Any extension of the body through its extremities implements will into reality
Our words evolved from using rocks and sticks to
persuade each other
Constructing a particular rhythm or vibration
With our lips flapping...
Do as thou wilt!
Bringing an unparalleled kingdom come!
A dominion of pain and anguish
Mourning Palaces ruled by Elitest perverts
And their blood-hungry incestual offspring
Forming cabals and covet sects using sex with babies as political leverage
Sleeping among corpses to inhale the decomposition
Breathing death which is what they long for
While selling souls for cold gold bars
Invisible in Plain Sight
Anxiety and depression are like siblings,
Both demanding the most out of you,
Consequently draining all your energy,
Determined to destroy your happiness,
Eating away at your soul,
Forcing you to fake a smile,
Generating horrific messages and ideas,
Hiding the real you from the world,
Invisible demons you can't explain,
Jarring your confidence and self-worth,
Killing you from the inside out,
Leaving you to suffer nonstop,
Medicine does not stop them,
Nothing you can take will end them,
Odd behaviors raise concerns,
Personal hygiene comes into question,
Quitting work because you just can't,
Reaching out to someone, yeah right,
Stopping the pain is laughable,
Tired even after a good night's sleep,
Unable to really care about anything,
Various chores go undone,
Worrying about what's next,
X-rays cannot detect what's killing you,
You can no longer say what's happening,
Zombified is your new look,
Suicide becomes the only pain reliever for many.
Then you will never understand
If you evacuate a building because someone sent to you a copy of the US Constitution and you thought it was a suspicious package
If you believe the Declaration of Independence is a racist document and not the greatest "break-up" letter ever written
If you believe appointed judges should create laws from the bench
If you believe that deaths by shootings are high (nearly 40000 in the US last year) so firearms must be banned, but deaths by abortions (over 900000 in the US last year) are not worth banning
If you want Americans who left the US to fight for ISIS to return to the US will all transgressions forgiven, as if nothing ever happened
If you think the American flag, culture, and people are offensive, but the American benefits of welfare, opportunity, and freedom are not
If you are more interested in eliminating "Income Inequality" without eliminating "Effort Inequality"
If you stand against lethal injections for convicted criminals on death row, but not for unborn infants
If you applaud when a judge orders the entirety of the court to rise when they enter, but not when the National Anthem is played
If you believe that healthcare is a right, thus the government should pay for it, but firearm ownership (which is a US Constitutional right) should not be treated as such
If you believe a government who is powerful enough to incrementally remove your liberty is not powerful enough to, en masse, remove everything you have remaining
If you do not understand that the term, "paid for by the government" really means, "paid for by the taxpayer", which really means, "taken by force from the taxpayer", which in reality never means, "free"
If you never realized (as spoken by John Adams) that the "US Constitution was made only for moral and religious people and is wholly inadequate to the government of any other"
If you hold dear that politically motivated scientists have the ultimate truth about climate change, but have trouble distinguishing between the 57 genders they identify
Into The Dark
The sun is high, beating down on me. I’m sure I’ll get a heat stroke if I don’t hurry home and get out of this heat. As I’m walking briskly up the sidewalk. Suddenly my surroundings seem to have started taking on a grayish hue. It’s only noon but it seems to be getting darker with each step.
I stop.
I’m looking to all around me. I turn to look behind me. Everything before is a dull faint color seemingly overcome with the darkened gray you would see as dusk gives way to night. The darkened gray becomes grayer with each passing moment. I feel confused. My heart is pounding in my chest. Why is this happening? For that matter, what is happening?
Am I going blind? I’m scared.
It’s seems darker ahead of me. It’s light dark on either side of me, and in back of me is pure sunlight. It’s like I’m standing right on the time line’s edge between day and night. I want to turn and go back to the light but I can’t. The darkness is pulling on me. I have no choice but to turn and keep walking into the dark. And all the while, I’m hoping deep within me that this is all just a dream. I look straight ahead and my breath is suddenly caught in my throat and I feel as if my heart stopped beating for just a moment. I’m in shock of what I see before me. Nothing. I see nothing before me. Pitch black. Darkness. The kind darkness you would see with your eyes opened in a dark room with no windows or light source. A sudden feeling of claustrophobia comes over me. Once again I try but I can’t get back into the light. I’m trapped. Ensnared. The darkness is all around me and can feel the weight of it. Vertigo overtakes me, and I suddenly feel like I’m falling. I’m waiting to hit the pavement, but I don’t.
Fear! Anxiety!
I’m falling and I just keep falling into the abyss. Or am I floating? My senses are confused. My heart is beating fiercely. I can hear my blood rushing in my ears like a violent river. I want to call out, but my voice is refusing to sound.
A sensation of coolness has surrounded me. Water? I’m able to right myself. And I’m moving about as if swimming, but the coolness I feel doesn’t seem too light to be water. I don’t feel wet. I’ve managed to turn myself around. Off in the distance, I notice something. A soft glow. A pale yellowish light. It’s like I’m seeing a very dim light shining behind perhaps, a yellow curtain. I’m trying to move to that glow. I try to move as if swimming, but I don’t seem to be moving. After a moment, stop and just relax my body.
Wait. I feel like I’m being pulled. I feel pressure as if someone has their hand on my chest and I’m floating on my back, being guided toward that yellowish glow. The tint of yellow starts to become brighter, losing it’s tint as I move closer to it and I no longer have the sensation of water around me. I feel now like I’m laying on a hard surface. I can stand up now and as I do, the yellowish light suddenly surrounds me, and I can feel its warmth. Just as the darkness before, I’m feeling compelled to move toward that yellow light. It envelopes me more as I move toward it. I no longer feel like I’m floating, but I’m laying on a solid surface. I am comfortable now; the darkness is fading to pure white all around me. I’m sure it’s just my eyes trying to adjust to the sudden light change. I close my eyes tightly for a moment.
I open them.
The ceiling comes into view, I’m laying on my back. Slowly I view my surroundings as my head clears and I’m fully aware. The only light is the dimly lit light coming from the kitchen. The experience was all just a dream. A weird and unusual dream, like something you’d experience in the Twilight Zone.
Looking to my right, my fiancée is asleep, glasses on and iPad loosely in hand. Taking the iPad from her hand I noticed the time. It’s 4am. Gently, I remove her glasses. Her eyes open half way but close, drifting back into her slumber. I lay down and try to relax. But my mind wants to remember that dream. To go back Into the Dark.
This dream is not over.
OSIRIS
Who is this being?
One killed by his
Own kin, brother
Same flesh & blood
That past, a dark cloud
Later saved by his sister
Now watches over. Osiris,
The powerful being...
O, say I can stare death
In it’s face with no fear
For he rules over it—
Nothing to worry about
Little children, & my dear
I have abundant faith
In him, the one who
Rules over the dead
Ever loving and true..
Please, pass the mead~
*takes a sip*
Right, where was I?
*smiles*
With him I am certain
That I shall face no harm
In this life or the next
Osiris is the very best
Has such a mighty arm
To shield me from the rain
I can go for hours
Singing praise of him
Or dance every second
On his path there’s no bend
The only thing I dream
Of is pleasing Osiris.
Living and breathing
To work hard daily
In order to receive blessings.
(N.B. inspired by and based on ancient Egyptian religious beliefs in, Osiris, the god of fertility, alcohol, vegetation, life, agriculture, the afterlife, death & ressurection).
#OSIRIS.
#HaveFaithChallenge
FEU.
The crowds gathered with torches and pitchforks. Altogether they cried: “Burn the witch!” They threw deformed rotten tomatoes at the young girl.
She bowed her head and tried her best not to look at the folks all out to watch her be burned. A giant roach scurried past her and went rushing under a nearby wooden plank.
The folks all cheered the minute that the witch was tied to the stake. They watched with delight as a burning torch was moved close to the girl’s feet. The fire danced by her body. It swirled and hissed as it increased around her.
It didn’t stop there. The flames roared with rage and flew like fireworks. Some of the flames landed on top of one of the thatched cottage.
The fire on that roof burned and found its way on another cottage. Folks panicked and feared for their homes.
They looked at the stake where the girl had been placed, she was gone. All they heard was the sound of maniacal laughter.
The fire raged on and on. The villagers were distraught. They hoped that their homes would not be too hard to fix, and that the witch was gone.
#FEU.
My rose in a glass
My rose in a glass, safe from harm’s way
My weary soul encased in your deep red soul.
Everyday your precious petals fall upon my shattered
Table and time decay your fragile petals.
You were the shining beacon of my lighthouse
That guided me during my stormy days.
You lit up the winding path with bandits upon the way
Vanquished them with your virtuous hues.
Your thunderous amora fills the air
Filling my life with everyday joy.
Now you wither in the depths of the night
Never to light up like the flashing stars across the pitch-black night.
Saintly Visitor
He blows into town without a sound. No one even knows he’s around. He travels by night to stay hidden from the sight of the little eyes that look for his arrival each year.
Down through the chimney, he visits your placedisguised by fireplace soot on his face.
He’s not a burglar and no, he’s not stalking. But he does leave treasures
stuffed in your stocking.
Then under a tree in the corner a few toys can be found. When old Saint Nick blows into town.
A little piece of Christmas in July
