Relations

Would there be a strain without them?
What is it to stay just there?
Too many people have failed she says
And yet they strive
To stick to the ways of old
Why must they keep themselves?
In the chains of rust
The neglect of the artists
Will one day take their toll
Fear the future
Where they stay in belief
And ignore truth

Analysis

I hold a glass in my hand
Magnifying each view
The creatures scurry about
Listening to wild sounds which are rather soft
The glass shakes in my hand as I try to keep it still
The voices grow louder
And more inconsequential
I turn my focus now
Chomping at the face
Firm belief and brilliant common sense
Eludes them for now
The voices drown down now
They have nothing left to say
Alone in their minds
But they try to escape it
With fake passes of time
Unable to choose
Anything

Ladies

It dawned on me a while ago, that she had a hold on me. It wasn't too tight, but somehow it said that there was no escape. The funniest part was that it felt invisible. I had always thought that I would be steering - guess not. Never thought that I would be controlled one day, and even now there is something that tells me that I have not yet been tamed. I still tend to look up and I still tend to believe. May be this is indeed the purpose of life; to make it through, alive. I think about it and I believe that she wants me to come to her, within her circle. The disappointment is that I am drawn. I am torn because I want them both. There is one person who can make me proud and there is another person who can make me content. I wonder if I could choose both of them...

The window shuts

The chisel and the board.
They fight when there is no one there.
I hear the roar of the machines - how they work day and night.
Tirelessly - to feed a race of morons.
I see the lights and I see the slabs.
I see the joy in their eyes.
Their puny thoughts
Their wonderful ignorance
Their joy in consumption.
Their idea of a party.
The need for friends.
The need to do the cool things.
A barbecue in the middle of the night - Why?
Because the weather is good.
Does it make sense.
Of course it does - it is the correct thing to do.
It makes sense to enjoy life.
Spend what is earned.
Spend even more that what is earned.
The notion of happiness transcends cultures.
A jog in the evening can make a person smile.
So can kicking a dog.
A chat with a friend can make a person jump.
So can a football match in the company of morons and beer.
The glass, the lights, the thoughts, the beliefs, the layers, the showcases, the walkways, the streetlights, the laws, the rules, the norms, the concerns, the right, the wrong.

I shiver in the dark because I am all alone.
I wait for someone to hold me and tell me to switch off.
Is it you out there?
Begone foul thought -
All you do is cloud my friend.
Begone I say because the enemies that he sees before him are but puppets.
All he needs it me you see.
I say to you - O darkness.
You shall not come near my friend.
I hold him dear.
He is insane.
He loses his mind at times.
All he needs is sleep.
All he craves is knowledge.
The light.
The peace.
The death.

But -
O; so that is why you want him don't you O Darkness.
You believe he is yours?
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