Some of all that we call human...

No it doesn't take much
A song, a word, a sound,
A faint smell or a forgotten touch
Sometimes it's just the atmosphere.

Follows a swirl intangible,
Mental representations of yonder years,
Illusions are but never fallible
Of those gone by and those yet to be.

Reality tests itself ony in what is,
The silence of your breath
In the motion of life, the momentary bliss,
The cunning nature of all that we call human.

Inevitably, it's a flight
Be it in kindness or kind,
In love or fight...
All in being all that we call human.

The despair of your condition,
Of the impossible feat,
Of the will-less volition...
The nakedness of all that we call human.

Of African Daisies and Poinsettias...

It's time we created a new language, because the story's been told way too many times. Nothing new, nothing unheard of... History always repeats itself. Is it fate? Or just the way we are built? Is it really mistakes or things inevitable? How do we ever know? And what do we do? Even insight fails us!

Do we ever learn, when we are doomed to making the same old rotten blunders for generations and centuries. Where's the sense then in human relations... vicarious learning? Or even experiential... is it learning at all when nothing much ever changes? Even as you wind up one big mistake, you know you are en route to the next one... lesson learnt? Not quite. Where's the sense in this then? Or maybe it's resistence... the love of neurosis...

They call her Beautifully Neurotic. Perhaps that is what it is... No, the not the name, you Fool! But the isolation she derives from it, and the glory of it! Senseless, right? Isn't that what life is anyway....????

So now what? Randomness all over again? No! No! No! No! He screams in the silences of his solitude. They shatter the glass on his window pane, stretch out their arms, call out his name... Stand there and smile, rejected but hopeful. They won't be there long... that's just what life is. Who's to blame then? The one who doesn't take or the one who gives? That's something to really ponder about now, isn't it my broken little junkie?!?

Another lost soul... oh wait! Isn't that all of us??? Nah! There are those vicious, pretentious, superficial hypocrites who aren't lost, but very directed in their malice. Their malice that they call virtue! And they don't even know it! Laughable, I tell you!

A yawn, a twitch... oh, it's just an excuse. We all fizzle out one day!!!

Dilettante

A half-hearted attempt at creating something new...
Maybe it's the sluggishness, maybe the hollow
Or maybe, it's just temporality.

With heavy eyes and a mind debilitated,
I sit here with a will undaunted...
Much cherished, once returned.

But the will remains sans consort,
Much to the reflection of my soul tonight...
Sweet delight, I rejoice.

A word here, a thought there,
A step up, a step down...
The rollecoaster ride I'm set upon.

For now, it's another half-hearted attempt
at something still unknown...
In the unknown lies the invaluable.