after a long hiatus...im back..success. Allow me to entertain this thought For a moment. Allow me to babble about notions And dabble amongst philosophies So my conscience can be appeased. Motion. I am encompassed by An astonishing motion. I stand in the eye of this storm Slowly rotating and attempting to Gather some sense of this ever-revolving Blur in my orbit. Hands extend through the hazy edges Inviting me to add my energy to the masses. Pleading with me to become a fraction . A miniscule proportion of this cyclone Of madness. But my feet remain motionless and my Arms at my side almost as if I was catatonic. Instead I focus my vision and peer Through the seemingly impenetrable Wall expecting to discover, well, something. Something of significance. Something must be there. Surely my eyes will land upon a power Previously unknown to my mind's eye. Yes! I will locate with my heart and my Eyes an extraordinary enticement That will snatch these immobile bones From their rigid foundation and be swept Into this swirling tower of energy! I will feel the electric pulse pounding In my chest and the rhythmic thunder Against my eardrums! Yes, this is what I will find. But wait, the persistence of my imagination And ramblings of my tongue Preoccupy my senses from knowing My true discovery. No, surely this isn’t it. The entirety of my discovery Consists of….faces? Not just faces but Vacant facades. Transparent masks. These ghostly abysmal excuses Of expression pay me no notice. Each struggles against its neighbor To push onward towards what Appears to be the apex, although Despite my efforts I am unsuccessful In locating the conclusion of their Never-ending civil war. As eager as I was to enter I am now As eager to exit. Luckily I have Something anchoring my feet in Place so that this frail body Remains steadfast. I take a moment to regain my Composure and calm my adrenaline And as I do so I notice my lips Begin to curl into a smile. For this dominating Tempest which allegedly has all Has not. For my feet are anchored By a vigorous and unrelenting Stronghold of compassion. By an adamant standard of passion. By an uncompromising concept of love. So success, you have had your chance. Power, wealth, you have given me hell. But move along, your storm is headed east And I’m looking west. The sun is painting a sensational picture and I am going nowhere. |