They are a manifestation.
The worst is when they start to become real.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Auchswitz
We're nearing the time.
When it all falls apart and everything will cease to exist. A constant fear, a heavy heart, the unrelenting doubt in our minds. What do we fear? For us who know the answers to our own pain, we are afraid of nothing. We are the future, we are redemption.
We are salvation.
Do you believe? I do not. How sad the image is of misconception, of denial. We are far from here yet we are so close in spirit. We do not want to come back.
There is no hope.
When it all falls apart and everything will cease to exist. A constant fear, a heavy heart, the unrelenting doubt in our minds. What do we fear? For us who know the answers to our own pain, we are afraid of nothing. We are the future, we are redemption.
We are salvation.
Do you believe? I do not. How sad the image is of misconception, of denial. We are far from here yet we are so close in spirit. We do not want to come back.
There is no hope.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Lights, In Ember
I watched time tick slowly by this morning. I listened to the words in my head. I switched on lights then switched them off. I opened the windows, looked out, was blinded by ignorance and then closed them.
No human throbbing with blood needs convincing. You are your own answer. But when you seem them lurking behind every image, it makes me cringe in fear. No, not fear.
Disgust.
There was a tug on my shirt as I stared out into the misty sky. Looking down, I see dark green eyes brimming with tears that look like raindrops.
"Can we go now? I don't like it here daddy."
His lips tremble slightly, I hold him close, my arm pulling him gently to me.
"Yes my son, we can go now. Come....."
With a last look at the incoming gloom, our feet swiftly move away, a dust cloud gathering behind us.
No human throbbing with blood needs convincing. You are your own answer. But when you seem them lurking behind every image, it makes me cringe in fear. No, not fear.
Disgust.
There was a tug on my shirt as I stared out into the misty sky. Looking down, I see dark green eyes brimming with tears that look like raindrops.
"Can we go now? I don't like it here daddy."
His lips tremble slightly, I hold him close, my arm pulling him gently to me.
"Yes my son, we can go now. Come....."
With a last look at the incoming gloom, our feet swiftly move away, a dust cloud gathering behind us.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Forever
Funny how a happy song that makes your feet move and your body bounce about also gets your eyes tearing.
I was surprised. Though the first time I watched it, I was laughing while the tears welled up in the corners and slowly trickled down my cheeks. But I was happy then.
Now, I just feel a wee bit lonely. When you're old you start to wish you did things differently, did the things you didn't before. A bit late now. I miss the simple fun, I sorta just wanna get out and relax and talk about the silliest and most serious things at once and be really happy about it. I really miss it.
For smiles....
The rooms were dark, but the house wasn't empty. He sat alone in the soft leather chair, his drink beside him on the table, getting warmer as time passed by slowly. Song after song played quietly in the background, wasn't paying attention. Frustrated, he got up, looked about the house. Walking into his room, he threw open the cupboard and lazily flipped through his wardrobe. His eyes rested on a dark suit in the back, he'd completely forgotten it even existed. With a smile he took it out, admired it, and grinned. His ears caught the beat in the hall, it was the right suit.
Minutes later, walking down the street in his dark suit, his spirit was jolly and light, but the heart heavy. Again his ears caught the familiar beat of a song, he looked up and saw the club with its lights gently flashing. It was the right time.
He crossed over, smiled at the bouncer, flashed him his ID, got a big smile, a slap on the back and groans from the queue. He stepped in back into his favorite lighting; dark, but gentle bright. He smiled, moved to the bar top, winked at the bartender, got a drink, gulped it down and moved right over to the dance floor. His heart was heavy. But it was the right song.
He was dancing alone, moving in time with the beat, people were looking at him, he was confident, but it was just his silent despair, his attempt at memory.
Then someone tapped his shoulder. He turned around and stared into eyes that seemed so familiar. Those eyes stared right back at him. They both smiled, danced their dance, encouraged by the crowd that had slowly begun to surround them. It was the right time, it was the right suit, it was the right song.....
It was the right friend.
I was surprised. Though the first time I watched it, I was laughing while the tears welled up in the corners and slowly trickled down my cheeks. But I was happy then.
Now, I just feel a wee bit lonely. When you're old you start to wish you did things differently, did the things you didn't before. A bit late now. I miss the simple fun, I sorta just wanna get out and relax and talk about the silliest and most serious things at once and be really happy about it. I really miss it.
For smiles....
The rooms were dark, but the house wasn't empty. He sat alone in the soft leather chair, his drink beside him on the table, getting warmer as time passed by slowly. Song after song played quietly in the background, wasn't paying attention. Frustrated, he got up, looked about the house. Walking into his room, he threw open the cupboard and lazily flipped through his wardrobe. His eyes rested on a dark suit in the back, he'd completely forgotten it even existed. With a smile he took it out, admired it, and grinned. His ears caught the beat in the hall, it was the right suit.
Minutes later, walking down the street in his dark suit, his spirit was jolly and light, but the heart heavy. Again his ears caught the familiar beat of a song, he looked up and saw the club with its lights gently flashing. It was the right time.
He crossed over, smiled at the bouncer, flashed him his ID, got a big smile, a slap on the back and groans from the queue. He stepped in back into his favorite lighting; dark, but gentle bright. He smiled, moved to the bar top, winked at the bartender, got a drink, gulped it down and moved right over to the dance floor. His heart was heavy. But it was the right song.
He was dancing alone, moving in time with the beat, people were looking at him, he was confident, but it was just his silent despair, his attempt at memory.
Then someone tapped his shoulder. He turned around and stared into eyes that seemed so familiar. Those eyes stared right back at him. They both smiled, danced their dance, encouraged by the crowd that had slowly begun to surround them. It was the right time, it was the right suit, it was the right song.....
It was the right friend.
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