Clarity consumes the self
In those quiet hours of self reflection

Who am I?
What is my purpose?

Like diamonds the answers refract
Silent shards of prismatic radiance
Swirling and painting a confluence
Of certainty and being

Peace
It seems
Rests in the dark confines of the mind
Whereas the binary relationship
Between night and day
Leans better focus absent the glare
Emitted by life
And light

This yin and yang imbalance
Puzzles me

For is not happiness a function
Bright against the soul?

Is sadness not a blindfold?

...................................

The self returns

Meditation gone

The noise of the world

Carries on

The stain marked blots of swirled ink
Like a rabid rorschach dalmatian
Whose spots ripple radiuses that splice
And blend jagged lines into a roving equation of pi
Designed to describe the inner most 'I"
That is lost to a world paved in concrete palaces
Where stasis has become the new normal
Amongst the maelstrom of competing voices
Voicing their interpretation as unrequited
Expressions that stresses the individual syllables
Of FREE-DOM against the forces that otherwise
Leave the slate blank so that all that remains
Are empty spaces of what could have been
If ink never stained the page

Solemn ghosts sat reluctant
Aligned in neatly established rows
Facing the lectern of the unknown
Knowing that He who stands
Would soon cast judgement
Upon the hapless souls unchained

The prideful priest boasts purity
Trailed by flowing robes He strode
Standing tall, bright light glowing
Entering the sober hall of mourn
Crossing the pews of onlooking orbs
He prepared to sentence the dead

"The time is now to show your worth
In this life for the next
Though you sit quietly content
Beyond this hall you will repent"

The hall began to tremble
As the priest gave His command
The silence of solemnity
Quickly replaced with an eagerness
To move at His behest
Together the ghostly souls went

"Bright are the lights of few
It is plain to see
The moral life you once knew
Will now continue into eternity"

One by one the brightest of them wept
As they vanished in a flash
Until the final light stood in contrast
Against the inky orbs of fiends
It's glow beginning to pulse
Refusing the priest his past

"Curious you are my wayward son
To deny your Lord privy
Into that brilliant life you led
Makes one consider if you're really
,Truly,
Dead"

A violent ripping began to sound
The hall then began crumbling
Falling to pieces on the ground
For within that final light
A demon the priest had found
Speaking in dark rolling tones
To the wicked souls around

"This man lies to you
For you are not truly dead
Everything you see and hear
Is all inside your head
Stuck inside this holy dream
Of all the ******* you've been fed
So wakeup now and return to your life
And the comforts of your bed"

The hall fell with a sharp retort

BANG!

I awoke panting and covered in sweat
Thankful for the light of morning

Standing never felt so selfish
For when love has knelt before you
Or you before it
The world and it's clocks pause
...
Yield
...
To every beat of the rapid cacophony
Ticking faster than any standard metronome
Dissonant from the first words
"Will you..."
Yet somehow harmonious when completed
"Marry me..."

It is in that second that time rewinds
And all the memories shared between
Two hearts
Melds together in the perfect landscape
Of carefully planned out location
All just for hoping
...
Wishing
...
That the answer given might slow the pulse
Allowing the clocks to tick and tock
At regular intervals once more
All so that the selfish desire to stand
Can be done selflessly
The minute you say
"Yes"

What is art if not love?
The ability to take ones values
And etch a cohesive memory
Into the fabric of time

Whether dark or bright
Art provides insight into the minds
Of men long forgotten (or present)
To the annals of history
Telling their stories of blood
Or reciting exciting tales of heroism
Catechising the moments
That define all of humanity

What isn't recorded is the decay
To which wisdom lost its part
A tragedy that bred dependency
On popular ideals
Contrived of the notion that society
Derives the very heart of love
For all to see

Yet I view the world differently
Drawing the conclusion that if
In fact,
Art IS love
So to must philosophy be explained as
The Art of Wisdom
Painted only by the individual
Capable of discerning the foundation
Whereas beauty is inherent

Oh, if only I had the power to change the course of the Planet
I'd realign that heavenly body
To line up with the Star in such a way that the two become indistinguishable
To the point that the very rotation of the earth
Spins in accordance with the Stars' preordained motion
So that we (Planet and Star) might expand
At an ever increasing rate
Racing the distance to the very heart of space
Where all is eternal
And no Big Bang can disrupt our rhythm
Oh, if we could just be universal

Woe is natures peace in quiet respite
When confronted with the haste of man's despotic despite
She mourns and screams as her majestic memories
Are burned, cut, and cast into tyrannical histories
That honor folly over beauty
And ****** over purity
Leading her tears to bore holes where life once thrived
Foreign to all who sit content and watch her die
So that ignorant men can suckle at her bountiful ****
Yet are conveniently to arrogant to bow at her feet
Till the day comes and her gift is never more
Barren are the days that is their reward
Then the sun will set and man will discover
The earth as their home and nature is their mother

Down trodden and bare
Worn behind miles shorn
Bore a single set of footprints
<Familiar>
There you stood
Sun behind weaving a silhouette
Dancing in frame of smile
<Permanent>
Radiant cast in rays
<Closer>
Arms length
<Breathe>
Then...
Rain and you and clouds and sun
Peace, passion, beauty
<One in life>
<One in love>
For with nature present
Emotions surge in competition
Daring to challenge the established order
<Flowing>
As does the wind
<Slight breeze>
Whooshing
Sounding in submission
Groaning in anticipation
A balance craving to be struck
<Unity>
The agreement of
<Life>
<Love>
And their pursuit

To nature I owe
The meeting of you

The shell of the soul cracks under the weight of loss
That steals the light of love that hardens the heart
Against the weathering forces of time and tears
Whose water slowly erodes the stone surface
Revealing a modeled marble macabre facade
Trapped in a moment of excruciating emptiness
When faced with the forever truth that fate finds all
And none can escape the inevitable end of infinity
Which awaits every living being before we’re buried
Our memories memorialized in memorable eulogy
To heal the cracks the soul has suffered from loss

PERTINAX

Immortality
Is the flowing blood inside
Veins of remembrance