THE RED LINE

THE RED LINE

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

THE ROAD TO OBLIVION -- #POETVERITAS




THE ROAD TO OBLIVION


Innovation born of desperation leads to darkness and incarceration;

what seem like lightning sparks of brilliance are sconces lit along

the walls down the stairway to hell. Can you not feel it getting 

colder and increasingly moist and clammy? Somewhere deep within you

you realize that desperation is just a drug that causes your mind

to think of the magical, the impossible, and cling to it as if

if were reality. Innovation born of desperation heads you on the

road to oblivion. The somber truth is that while you think that

you are saving your life, you are really losing it rapidly by 

inches.




-^-
V





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Monday, June 6, 2016

WATCHING TIME -- #POETVERITAS





WATCHING TIME

Nothing to do - so I watch time slowly pass on the clock on the kitchen wall. 

I remember days and years when time was streaking by and there just didn't seem to be enough of it.  Whole days passed in what seemed like hours. The pace was breathtaking.

And now, with nothing to do but wait for something, anything, to change, I watch the hands of the clock, which move remarkably slowly when there are no distractions from the empty pursuit of waiting.

I am no longer in control of any of my consequences. There is no planning; no doing. I am merely living passively, a slave to time. Watching time. Waiting for some occurrence to move my mind away from the glacial pace of idle time.

For now, I watch time and just stare at it as an observer and not as a participant.

I am a victim of the clock, and its painful slowness.

And time moves at a glacial pace when there is nothing to fill it but watching it pass.

~o0o~ 



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Wednesday, June 1, 2016

THE BIG LIE -- #POETVERITAS

 
THE BIG LIE

My very existence is in small part fact and large part fiction -
I've created my own character and defensively polished it over the course of too many years -
And I live The Big Lie to the extent that I have lost all vision of the truth, wonder and clarity of childhood.

Being ensnared in The Big Lie leeches the remaining shards and threads of reality from my consciousness; 
I've become the Lie - and all that was real evaporates and retreats into an elusive shadow memory in the smallest corner of nowhere.

Most frighteningly, The Big Lie has a demonic consciousness all its own...
and this demonic consciousness, this curse of apostasy and faithlessness, turns my every word and every gesture into an act in someone else's play,
all the time filling me with weighty feelings of guilt and shame.

The Big Lie speaks for me, and I have no reserve of free will to regain and restore who I might have been, had truth prevailed and held me securely in its sacred course. If only I had had the courage to let my soul (long since abandoned) shine through the need to conform to the opinions of others.

~oo0oo~





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