systematic medication administered to prevent sight.
sensory deprived cattle unaware of the industry they’re born into.
placated by grain the fat cattle file into the slaughter house.
unaware that their freedom is but an illusion.
an illusion maintained to line pockets.
there is a ringing in my ear;
there is a ringing in my ear, that never seems to go
a tiny little hum, beneath life’s constant ebb n flow
a whisper in the silence
a buzz that will not grow
my ever present friend, when all else leaves the show
we often don’t always see the ripples in a body of water, but reflected on the surfaces of that which surrounds it
don’t underestimate the beauty your presence brings, for those with eyes to see are in awe
behaviour and incentives
in the pursuit for betterment, the individual goes to war with ego
labels don’t define self, but contextualise state
yet the ego will see it as an attack; if one is in pursuit of a better state, then labels are but course correctors
iterations of self
beginnings and endings
life and death
all mercy to the construct of time; without it, they are just markers on an infinite continuum of now
so why fear?
the observer, liberates himself from his self imposed shackles, awoken once again
the deepest darkest night lived
in a shoebox room, drowning in tears, the lifeless husk of a seed once given gasps, fading multidimensionally
for it is not air the husk craves; but to be seen for what is; nurtured and cared for, allowed to grow and in return bare fruit
purpose
run.
go faster. run further. try harder. be better.
do longer. push deeper. stride wider. no waver.
aim over. throw harder. reach higher. much better.
glide past her. don’t falter. eyes straighter. no waiver.
run.
we try our best,
we give it all,
we brush our knees when,
we take a fall,
staring back into past,
defined by the things, that did not last,
- a year to remember (beginnings)
staring back into past,
numerous things, I wish had last,
the lessons learned,
the growth we’ve made,
the people we’ve churned,
the friends we fade,
eyes up straight, forward face,
one step forward, keep the pace,
to dwell and wallow will surely bare no fruit, yet I am unable to draw my attention away from what might possibly be my single greatest mistake. the prints you’ve left on me will see me through this life and the next. until we meet again, in another time.
-chicken and egg
the suffocating feeling of remembering your smile drowns me immediately in intoxicating regret, not for what was lost, but for what was never had; the lingering stench of my failure to act penetrates my nostrils deeply like a knife of sudden realisation was slammed into my mind
though we try not to repeat our failures, the ripple of our past sins have a way of repeating.
feedback loops of inaction and indecision, sobering outcomes. what did you think would happen? failure to feed your flock will always result in death
staring back into past,
numerous things, I wish had last,
the lessons learned,
the growth we’ve made,
the people we’ve churned,
the friends we fade,
eyes up straight, forward face,
one step forward, keep the pace,
- a year to remember (beginnings)
you will cry, and you will shake, might even beg for gone
yet understand this boy, this is no new phenomenon
for we are mortal humans, living emotions, our port of call
and when we fall, we brush ourselves, and stand up straight and tall
⁃ teachings of a thousand lives
dear son,
your struggles will be deep, and your problems won’t be small
your burdens will take might, you’ll need to be oh so strong
your resolve must be right, and your virtue make it song
for your life will be rich, breadth and depth will make it long