Thursday, September 20, 2012

Sometimes Silence...

Sometimes it's not enough. Sometimes you owe it to them to NOT be silent. Sometimes you are obligated to offer up your voice, to be heard.

 To make sure that they know why you need to be heard.
And sometimes what you have to say cannot help you, or them. Sometimes the silence is as cold, harsh, and desolate as deep space. In other times, silence can be a comfort. An answer to chaos. A twinkle in the blackness of space. A place where only silence exists, free of pain and frustration.

Sometimes silence is everything.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Like murder

I see so many things that kill me -

some things that shouldn't but they do.




And if I don't say what they are,

then maybe they will just go away.


But If I give them a voice,

then they become more real.



So I let them eat away at my chest - at my brain.


I let them kill me, over and over and over.



But it's not a real death,

because I haven't given them the one thing that they need.

I haven't given in to them.

I haven't validated them.

I haven't.

I won't.


It's not a real death,

but it burns -

it feels like falling apart,

being torn asunder.






Like murder.



Sunburnt, again

Helios ascends

Like aspirations -

Visions of greatness

Delusions of relevance

Helios descends

Like reality

Scenes of truth

Facade fades into black

Helios, my old friend

Helios, my hated nemesis

What you illuminate you burn away.

Complicated constraint

Never enough is never ending.

That kind of hunger leads to drowning in your excess... And what do you have to show for that in the end?

A list of things that meant so much at one time, meant so much in one mind....

Step up and surrender it to the fire, push it in and let it transform before your eyes.

It's all wasted,
it's all rotten,
it's all gone
in the smoke and ash of rebirth -
born again.

It's not a cycle that never rests - it's just a beat within your chest.

It's not a sunrise, or a sunset - it's just the way that things get.

Complicated and constrained by the faults and that pain and that voice that screams for more.