Post by artolmaeus on Aug 21, 2024 19:29:33 GMT -6
imagine falling from the sky
looking down to where you will fall
imagine that you could freeze any part of that
right to the impact
and what then
where do you go when you fall through your corpse
or leave or escape it
maybe to Heaven, and that is forever.
imagine enjoying a glass of ice tea
a hug, a moment of connecting to someone else's eyes
where there is something, a connection
and you wish that feeling could last
but, if it did, when would it become meaningless
scarcity and abundance are no different
the lack of one becomes the void in the fullness of the other
and what is a great God without vengeance
maybe with all the forgiveness, he becomes Jesus
and after the sacrifice, what really went down
if he still loves forever, seems a pendantic gesture
and then, what if you had all your desires every moment you existed without end
when would that be Hell
but here, people die, moments come and go
and they all become for one more, one maybe different
sip that glass of tea then, swallow it slowly
maybe it is bitter and maybe it is sweet
it does not matter because it will not last
spend your life getting virtuosity or understanding
and you will leave it in a brain and a body and a world
that you cannot remain in
and assume where you will go
as if that makes it certain
but then, every moment, as it unfolds
like a withering blossom greets the sun
with a momentary beauty
there is no escape, there never can be
it is like being a passenger in a big airplane
that you know nothing about or the pilot
or the stewardesses or the mechanics
or the profiteers who created the whole thing to make profit
keep your money, spend your money or give it all away
and each has their own experience
but it is the experience of experience itself
that never satisfies, every caramel covered nougat becomes shit eventually
and the taste is but momentary
tattoos fade, loved ones die, people come and go
some succeed, some fail, some let you down
some don't give a shit and some give their very life to others and it all is significant
as one small pearl in a warehouse full of pearl necklaces
and the next and the next
swipe right and swipe left and stop reading this
and know you are better
and know I am an idiot
and you really are neither wrong or right
and thinking actually does not make it so
then, do something or anything
for the experience of doing
and though done, though over, it is all you can do
well, doing leaves something that creates thoughts
that others may think by doing or they spend their lives watching others do
you can only do so much, for so long
and what is done is done, what is undone remains undone
and you will not be around to count
enjoy that hug, delight in that kiss
the first time a baby stands and does not fall down
and every time it is possible
and it becomes a little routine
move in silence, move with noise
move goddamnit, while you can
if you can move, or watch or think
and know, somehow, though it has all been done before
until you do it, you have not done it
if you have been there and done that
you lie, because you missed something
you dismissed something
and no, in the greater scheme of things
it really did not matter
unless you felt it and allowed yourself no nuance, Everytime
and once done it can never be new
it can never be strange
but in all eternity, you can never experience more than the present
and a gift is often not appreciated when you did not necessarily want it
until you never have it
and neither wanting or have lead to anything
nothing but the journey
whether you eat sardines or lasagna
or dance or sit out
all is the perpetual penultimate
go and unite the kangaroo so he won't be down
and he'll just hop and punch
and go away, but he will come to some other place
where some fucker might tie him down
yet again, and who will be there to feed him then
will it matter does it matter and should it matter
if there is something to do, do it
because it is all you can do, really
whether poor or well full on or half assed
the best wines left alone never be one piss
and the terroir is never known
and knowing never brings completion
but doing brings inertia and there
you may find your spirit happy
in this temporary tattoo on the universe's ass
and it may be just a little more than a hot burning zit
hope does in the company of those waiting for something to happen
and serendipity is knowing that we are only the verbs in this sentence
all too soon to fade into a past participle and the space after the period
and maybe there, maybe then, we can improve the next sentence
by writing a better story
cause all the world, nay, the universe is paper
and life is its indelible ink
God is in the rain and God is in the story
both the songs of innocence and experience require singing and hearing
a rose seeing, smelling and pricking
running needs skint knees
victories need defeat
love needs hate
misery does need some company
suffering needs relief
we all need everyone
and everyone needs us
if only to remind us
that we have not seen everyone and everything
and we never can
but the joy comes from trying
as sure as your living you are also dying
and little comes from stillness
even the rocks get eroded
because something happens to them
and water in a river, is different
only because it is moving
looking down to where you will fall
imagine that you could freeze any part of that
right to the impact
and what then
where do you go when you fall through your corpse
or leave or escape it
maybe to Heaven, and that is forever.
imagine enjoying a glass of ice tea
a hug, a moment of connecting to someone else's eyes
where there is something, a connection
and you wish that feeling could last
but, if it did, when would it become meaningless
scarcity and abundance are no different
the lack of one becomes the void in the fullness of the other
and what is a great God without vengeance
maybe with all the forgiveness, he becomes Jesus
and after the sacrifice, what really went down
if he still loves forever, seems a pendantic gesture
and then, what if you had all your desires every moment you existed without end
when would that be Hell
but here, people die, moments come and go
and they all become for one more, one maybe different
sip that glass of tea then, swallow it slowly
maybe it is bitter and maybe it is sweet
it does not matter because it will not last
spend your life getting virtuosity or understanding
and you will leave it in a brain and a body and a world
that you cannot remain in
and assume where you will go
as if that makes it certain
but then, every moment, as it unfolds
like a withering blossom greets the sun
with a momentary beauty
there is no escape, there never can be
it is like being a passenger in a big airplane
that you know nothing about or the pilot
or the stewardesses or the mechanics
or the profiteers who created the whole thing to make profit
keep your money, spend your money or give it all away
and each has their own experience
but it is the experience of experience itself
that never satisfies, every caramel covered nougat becomes shit eventually
and the taste is but momentary
tattoos fade, loved ones die, people come and go
some succeed, some fail, some let you down
some don't give a shit and some give their very life to others and it all is significant
as one small pearl in a warehouse full of pearl necklaces
and the next and the next
swipe right and swipe left and stop reading this
and know you are better
and know I am an idiot
and you really are neither wrong or right
and thinking actually does not make it so
then, do something or anything
for the experience of doing
and though done, though over, it is all you can do
well, doing leaves something that creates thoughts
that others may think by doing or they spend their lives watching others do
you can only do so much, for so long
and what is done is done, what is undone remains undone
and you will not be around to count
enjoy that hug, delight in that kiss
the first time a baby stands and does not fall down
and every time it is possible
and it becomes a little routine
move in silence, move with noise
move goddamnit, while you can
if you can move, or watch or think
and know, somehow, though it has all been done before
until you do it, you have not done it
if you have been there and done that
you lie, because you missed something
you dismissed something
and no, in the greater scheme of things
it really did not matter
unless you felt it and allowed yourself no nuance, Everytime
and once done it can never be new
it can never be strange
but in all eternity, you can never experience more than the present
and a gift is often not appreciated when you did not necessarily want it
until you never have it
and neither wanting or have lead to anything
nothing but the journey
whether you eat sardines or lasagna
or dance or sit out
all is the perpetual penultimate
go and unite the kangaroo so he won't be down
and he'll just hop and punch
and go away, but he will come to some other place
where some fucker might tie him down
yet again, and who will be there to feed him then
will it matter does it matter and should it matter
if there is something to do, do it
because it is all you can do, really
whether poor or well full on or half assed
the best wines left alone never be one piss
and the terroir is never known
and knowing never brings completion
but doing brings inertia and there
you may find your spirit happy
in this temporary tattoo on the universe's ass
and it may be just a little more than a hot burning zit
hope does in the company of those waiting for something to happen
and serendipity is knowing that we are only the verbs in this sentence
all too soon to fade into a past participle and the space after the period
and maybe there, maybe then, we can improve the next sentence
by writing a better story
cause all the world, nay, the universe is paper
and life is its indelible ink
God is in the rain and God is in the story
both the songs of innocence and experience require singing and hearing
a rose seeing, smelling and pricking
running needs skint knees
victories need defeat
love needs hate
misery does need some company
suffering needs relief
we all need everyone
and everyone needs us
if only to remind us
that we have not seen everyone and everything
and we never can
but the joy comes from trying
as sure as your living you are also dying
and little comes from stillness
even the rocks get eroded
because something happens to them
and water in a river, is different
only because it is moving
