What can you do when you have reached the end? Is there a single moment when the chance to start over presences itself?
It seems as though the experience that we have grown to take for granted has come to show us the folly of our actions.
As we live through our lives pretending that what we have encountered, is temporary and subject to change. Consequently revealing to us the calamity of reality and in turn engaging us to the abrupt realization that our passion for kindness and our commitment to honesty can sometimes be dismantled by the relationships we have built. Upon the essence of charity and the grace of care and understanding, we have deceived our loyalty by vanquishing our abilities and surrendering our compassion to the will of reclusive characters.
Those that do not care. Do not understand.
We as martyrs will nullify the punishment. To soften the epiphany that must be realized.
This can only perpetuate the burden of humanity, bestowed therein the bereavement of peace.
- Ben
(April 6, 2008)
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Sunday, April 6, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
I am not the Foolish One
You should just stop trying.
This inevitable dream land you have conjured is just a soft bed of machine cut flowers cut down before they were allowed to bloom.
The fact is, that you cannot claim to believe in truth and good will, the fortune of honesty, or the majesty of noble cause. Without the stigma of sacrifice or the unflinching conflict of disruption which is, in this case, and all cases.... Fear. But what you fear you are not allowed to emote. The fact is that you are able to conceal your insecurities and disobliged concerns with a masque of inconsiderate rhetoric that you pass off as communication or some sort of botched attempt at personal communion. To sell the idea of understanding or awareness to someone that has no relationship to the grasp of that fact.
No one is what they say. Every one is what they do.
Words only go so far. These words will take you to a alternate fantasy, but lack the roots that can decrypt the enigma of our subconscious being.
This is a problem.
(04 - 2008)
This inevitable dream land you have conjured is just a soft bed of machine cut flowers cut down before they were allowed to bloom.
The fact is, that you cannot claim to believe in truth and good will, the fortune of honesty, or the majesty of noble cause. Without the stigma of sacrifice or the unflinching conflict of disruption which is, in this case, and all cases.... Fear. But what you fear you are not allowed to emote. The fact is that you are able to conceal your insecurities and disobliged concerns with a masque of inconsiderate rhetoric that you pass off as communication or some sort of botched attempt at personal communion. To sell the idea of understanding or awareness to someone that has no relationship to the grasp of that fact.
No one is what they say. Every one is what they do.
Words only go so far. These words will take you to a alternate fantasy, but lack the roots that can decrypt the enigma of our subconscious being.
This is a problem.
(04 - 2008)
There is no easy way.
The voice echoing across the distance is familiar and promising of comfort. As there seems to be a characteristic of uncertainty. I draw closer..
There is a vast body of fluid disruption flowing between our beings. It keeps us separate and divided. The only thing that draws near is the siren call of that enchanted harmony. The utter of jubilant entrancement rolls of the landscape, momentously cascading the familiar song, filling the air with the melody of those unnamed. We sing together. Although our roots have been planted in conflicting patterns. The soil beneath us contains the ingredients to poison the budding flowers that we have learned to let die. But we envision the majesty as if the garden was always our souls.
Beyond the physical order there is another idea that can be brought to life. As to propose or define the purpose of our race and species. There is no easy way to describe, much less comprehend the realization that our narrow interaction is rudimentary in its practice and juvenile in its attempt to become what we desire. When you look forward the cracks beneath you begin to widen. Your balance can be compromised. The surroundings that you have become accustomed to are unmerciful and without regard to the ideal that you have bestowed. Remember this always in your voyage of shallow terrains. Recite the words of beauty when facing the utmost horrific encounters. Be blinded by light as we are thrust into the darkest of chambers. The idea of creation doesn't stop at the beginning. The fools might try to will it so. Yet, the disturbing formation of the idolized form is overwhelmingly untrue, as we turn to it for guidance nonetheless. The punishment required for enlightenment is far too dangerous to be enticing. So we turn our deaf ears to the choir chanting the indecipherable.
- Ben
There is a vast body of fluid disruption flowing between our beings. It keeps us separate and divided. The only thing that draws near is the siren call of that enchanted harmony. The utter of jubilant entrancement rolls of the landscape, momentously cascading the familiar song, filling the air with the melody of those unnamed. We sing together. Although our roots have been planted in conflicting patterns. The soil beneath us contains the ingredients to poison the budding flowers that we have learned to let die. But we envision the majesty as if the garden was always our souls.
Beyond the physical order there is another idea that can be brought to life. As to propose or define the purpose of our race and species. There is no easy way to describe, much less comprehend the realization that our narrow interaction is rudimentary in its practice and juvenile in its attempt to become what we desire. When you look forward the cracks beneath you begin to widen. Your balance can be compromised. The surroundings that you have become accustomed to are unmerciful and without regard to the ideal that you have bestowed. Remember this always in your voyage of shallow terrains. Recite the words of beauty when facing the utmost horrific encounters. Be blinded by light as we are thrust into the darkest of chambers. The idea of creation doesn't stop at the beginning. The fools might try to will it so. Yet, the disturbing formation of the idolized form is overwhelmingly untrue, as we turn to it for guidance nonetheless. The punishment required for enlightenment is far too dangerous to be enticing. So we turn our deaf ears to the choir chanting the indecipherable.
- Ben
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