Perspective pervades perception
and pollutes the purity of truth.
the ghost of relativity
draped in a veil of reality,
addressing the body of your knowledge
as the bearer of the absolute.
the seas of popularity
paddling in the oceans normality,
the waves of which crash upon your sanity
and wash away your individuality
be where you’ll be aware
of the dreariness of truth.
dreary only because
you’ve been rarely wary
of that which is televised as truth.
the truth is,
the truth is
too absolute to compute
far beyond the reach
of human teach
only heard when nature speaks
the false promenade to prosperity
proposed as the prose of plurality
when in actuality,
the duality of reality
often masks individuality
as the face of insanity
but how can it be?
for when I peer from the top of my mind’s eye
i veer from the clutches of ignorance
escaping an inhumane humanity,
solemn in the solace of morality.
The future is a tricky place.
weird and disconcerting,
young and distracted,
old and retracted.
Death is certain.
Certainly the only solace
for the raging soul.
But I hope you smile today.
I hope the sun kisses your face
and you radiate the warmth of its embrace
But I also hope you shed a tear.
I hope sadness nears your eye
if only to whisper to your body
Its final goodbye.
Often when one embarks on a journey, whatever the journey may be, one finds that it is a desolate road upon which one embarks. Fear not, for this is only the product of the fear of others.
I suppose there is comfort in conformity…
As people we can talk a whole lot about the road less travelled, without ever mustering the courage to follow that road. Perhaps it is easier to follow the crowd, for even when you get lost within it, you are never truly alone. I believe it is this fear of loneliness which ashes the dreams and true desires of many.
However, to those who do dare to be themselves and abandon the yellow brick road as illustrated for us by our predecessors, I find that once you find companionship in your purpose, you need not search for solace, for you find it within yourself. Your purpose will never desert you and it is up to you to never desert it.
I walk alone because I believe in my own journey. Although I often cannot escape the clutches of loneliness, in those moments when all I have is myself to hold on to, I am reminded that I am never truly alone.
I walk alone because no matter how destitute, desolate, and deserted the road may seem; I know that if all I have is me, I have all that I need.
The idea of genius, in and of itself, is ludicrous.
The idea that one can stand from a million,
and a few from a billion;
is one which borders on absurdity
in a world predisposed to suffer individuality.
I do wonder then
whence we are ordained
to make the distinction
between that which is genius
and that which is insane.
Seemingly the same.
Both an enclave,
enslaved to the doubts of man
Said to be deranged
but simply out of reach.
Both called to teach
but too often called the weak
the deceit of humanity
are purposely released
to the realm of insanity
as they undress the actuality of reality
its profanity they preach.
And how often are those unsound, unsung?
Who could bear to hear the tales of those
who stand bare in the face of the truth?
So leave me be,
unsound and unsung,
as I head the call of that which fills up my lungs.
Unsound and unsung.
Unsound and unsung.