I like writing in verse. I like the challenge of trying to make the truth pretty sounding. I’ve been working on this poem for a little while and I’m rather pleased with the result. You should see how it started. Really, it was a messy rant made up of fragmented sentences and unanswered questions. But now it’s a rhythmic presentation of ideas. Crazy how that happens. Anyways, I’ve got lots more to say and lots of notes to work with so It’ll be a while before my adoring public (Translation: My laptop) looses me. I’ve just skipped the last couple of days because I’ve been focusing on other projects. I finished designing my roomJ I’m so thrilled, it looks pretty fly… And overall I’ve been pretty giddy keeping myself occupied, contributing to society, trying to feel relevant. Yeah… it’s been real.
Fatalist-Fallacious
Water sources dry
An animal falls prey
All that’s born must die
As growth turns to decay
Nature cycles without mercy; in perfunctory repose
And the program in itself, does that also decompose?
That which self-sustains? Or that which self- destructs?
The investigation each empirical scientist conducts.
Inadequate designs are purged without resolve
And cruel as it may sound, how else can we evolve?
Although evolution seems to be -
A baseless strategy employed
Why not leave matter unconstructed?
As matter cannot be destroyed
I guess advancement is no option-
Not even to existence
Though Stillness may be safer
Time does not regard resistance
And so it’s bound to happen
Evolution in reverse
Unless of course- we win this time
Can humans break the curse?
And here the journey peaks, as we discover the solution
That is- we must befriend the enemy, to adapt is evolution
The circumstances are, in the model that’s presented
Some details will ring true whereas others feel invented
While, in nature we are animals and there’s much to which we’re fated
Upon earth’s crust lies majesty both learned and self-created
Worlds exist beyond the literal
Symbols in my mind and view
So the meaning of existence
Consists of what it means to you
As a beating heart is not an ocean
A kiss is not a storm
Poetry is not organic
Love has no solid form
Awe isn’t a reaction
Life isn’t a result
There’s mystery in being
As well as meaning and occult
And reason cannot satisfy
Every yearning we contain
When divinity lies secretly
In our body and our brain
We are special living animals
Exactly why, I can’t explain
But faith occurred to me when trying
And faith alleviates the pain