Thursday, February 19, 2009

The Baffled King

We feed on each other.
the old feed on the young
and the young are eager to be devoured

because they don't know of any
other possibility
but the meal
that they have
and are
becoming.

WE
you
me
WE
only choose to be broken
because we believe it
like the children who believe
the best they can
be
is
devoured

We
choose
to be broken

and we worship our bent
and deformed shapes

and distinguish ourselves
our humanity
from all
that
is perfect
that is all around us

and we sing to our imperfection
and we try to be it
we fight
our
perfection
with silly words
and sillier actions
we fight
our silence
and our stillness

So I scan and scan
till I no longer
can
and then I scan
agan


and I get so angry in my heart
DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

ANGRY
In
MY
HEART

ANGRY
the feeling that is like a warming up
but with fumes
toxic
but envigorating
but also not nearly enough to get me going...

and so I languish
I languish
toiling below level

everything is the same
everything is equal

Everything is perfect
Everything

our perfection
is our ability to understand it
and deny it
at the same time

a perfect paradox.

...as beautiful human voices sing richly out of my white computer screen -
in fact the music seems to materialize -
myself having long forgotten
2 minutes ago
the fact that I choose the songs

I hear the music
I press the keys
I see the screen
and the light
warm
to my left

and I wonder to myself If I will ever truly express myself
ever truly express
my essence

express my essence...

express my essence...

I am much lazier than many
I do not collect letters
as much as
I collect notebooks

and now

pixels

imagine a whirled where a child knows nothing but video and electronics
and nothing of the life of trees
or soil
or the origin of water
who's been overtaken
consumed
recycled
renamed
man

imagine a whirled
where we teach our children
to rely on someone else

imagine the truth

I am not a politician
I am not a poet

But I can run for office

imagine the truth of what is happening in this tiny whirled we live in
TRUTH
VERITAS
VINCIT

VERITAS VINCIT
-look it up-

and it's so true -

"and the baffled king composing Hallelujah"

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

TRUTH - HARD WORK