The opiate of the masses
The straight heroin
Take a steeple and tap the vein
Feel the rush as cool conviction fills your bloodstream.
Blind faith soon kicks in to sooth your troubles
To wash away your pain
Your doubt
Your unneccesary reason.
As the high continues you see unintelligable lights which make perfect sense
And you never want to feel any other way.
Yes, you're a junkie, and you seek no redemption
You just revel in your sickness, Passing it on when you can.
You shoot up once a week,
Sit back in a dark room, and just feel the music.
The words take you
Away...
You're offered healing.
You're offered alternatives.
But y
God is everywhere, I've been told.
They're right.
I've seen Him.
I've seen God in the tip of every knifeblade.
I've seen God in the murderous twinkle in a man's eye.
In every bloody headline.
In every back-alley coat-hanger operation.
It's true, God's hand touches many things.
Let it not control mine.
The goldfish in the fountain beseeched me today
to release him from his aquatic haven.
"Why, goldfish," I replied quizzically,
"would you wish that? Surely you would die."
"Why live, then, if I can not achieve
that which I do not know?"
I promptly set him on the soil,
to see him sputter, dry out, and cease moving in this alien land.
My best friend came to me in tears,
begging me to help end his life.
"Why, friend," I replied, quite disturbed,
"would you wish that? Surely you can go on!"
"Why live if the only knowledge of our purpose
remains unattainable?"
I promptly handed him the gun,
to see him fal
I watched a hearse go by today,
and contemplated the nature of god.
Why does god happen to good people?
Then again, is god so natural?
Causation and inspiration,
both are incarnations,
of this one exacerbation,
of the human existence.
As the creators,
why don\'t humans take more credit?
It is in our nature to be
greedy
covetous
conniving
yet this has been a most selfless act,
giving over out greatest accomplishment to a non-entity.
Thus we have even created a new nature,
And redefined that of god.
As such, we have changed roles.
We are the God.
The darkness. He cowers in the corner, trying to get away. He cannot escape his inky captor as it surrounds him. It isn't quite the darkness which he fears, rather the promise of what lays beyond his sphere of awareness. He shrinks deeper into the protective corner, the only tangible thing in his existence. A lifeline from the blackness that is oblivion. Then, its there. Watching. Waiting. He cannot see it, nor can he hear a thing but his own hoarse breath, yet still he knows that it lies there, waiting. Waiting for that critical moment when his mind slips for a mere second and his guard goes down. Then, only then, will it pounce. Consuming h
The bloody sheets are pulled over the face,
As reds fade to whites and blues.
The serenity implodes.
But few, if any, mourn this passing,
For all know the victim well.
We know she will remain the victim no longer.
But for now, light spills across her deathbed,
Bathing her lovers in her killer's own devices.
No pain is inflicted, no scars are left,
For in her falsehoods they remain safe.
But then she stirs.
The blood comes again, but only to fall away swiftly.
In her coming there is a cooling hush,
As her lovers' eyes are soothed,
By her silver glow.
O! Fair discord.
What beautiful form,
By your iron tendrils wrought.
This insanity insured,
As the wrath-born,
Is not so easily caught.
It now has stirred,
Roused a maniacal swarm,
And you know it was all for naught.
Who are you?
Are you your clothes,
The lifeless drapery with which you hide your truth from the world?
Who are you?
Are you your friends,
Those beings to whom you cling to fit in?
Who are you?
Are you yourself,
The complex machinations of another being?
Who are you?
Are you your fear? Your joy? Your pain?
What are you?
My Angst
O! Woe is me, I dare say,
For my BMW popped a tire today.
My cell phone's broken,
My new scooter is busted,
And I just noticed that my bling-bling is rusted.
The butler's getting lippy,
The maid's downright mean,
And the cook's latest creation is a strange shade of green.
My life's a drag,
It's really a shame,
But least I have society to blame!
Current Residence: MA Favourite genre of music: everything but: opera, country, polka Operating System: WinXP MP3 player of choice: Winamp Wallpaper of choice: I cycle through a couple Skin of choice: DeviantAMP Favourite cartoon character: Homer
ehh... I'm pretty done with DA
I haven't participated at all in a good long while, and I don't really feel the drive to anymore. It was fun for a while, I wasted many a good hour here, and devoted... some odd corner of myself to it.
So I'll submit no more. If anyone stubles across my page, I hope what's up there will give you a glimpse at a person you'll never know, and that you think kindly of him.
Thanks to the people that made me feel warm and fuzzy.
:-)