the unexamined life is not worth living

“never mind the manner, which may or may not be good; but think only of the truth of my words, and give heed to that: let the speaker speak truly and the judge decide justly…” 

she tumbles slowly reaching closer and closer to the ground, then silence, nothing, her eyes open to the ceiling peering upon her. eyes dart wildly first then rhythmically across the digits on the clock…red blurriness metamorphosing into numbers…

reality comes back slowly. another day another dollar…and it blows. work, more work, off to school, then home for more work of which i must pay to have the fine privelege of a higher education, to follow the assimilation of “bettering myself” into a professional careerist. the everyday fabrication of her life a bitter belief that somehow one day it will get better, and faith is something still driving her onward towards a greater goal.  all the assumption of words, they mean nothing and anything, everything infact if you can find the right sequence to form logical expression. the audience must they be jealous, must they stalk in such a manner that your follies outway theirs, must they deceive in a manner of deluded undeniable contagions infesting our thoughts like cancer spreading throughout the nervous system. functions cease, your breathing falters, your sight dims slowly, a heartbeat flutters much as a butterlfy lands, then your mind runs swiftly through the short grass, damp dew on your feet, and the wind caresses every surface of your flesh as you reach a door, turn the knob, and lose yourself to a world of unlived dreams. the first twitch shifts your hands slightly, light invades the blanket of your eyelids, the alarm fades in like a background singer. day in day out the dream might come it might not but all the same the inbetween is a reality all its own.

chaos is nature’s most simplistic way

NEVER PET A BURNING DOG

a thousand years scarce serve to form a state:
an hour may lay it in the dust.

“CRAZINESS IS THE COMPLUSION TO EXPLAIN”

i am a thought running rampant across neverending fields with lashing winds rushing through my ears like the roar of the world becoming all of everything which is me. i am a person who without this world is nothing, but to a few, i am the world, and this is the meaning of life; we must all find someone whose world spins on the same axis as ours. but i’m not a great philosopher nor sophist of any sort but sometimes the light bulb comes on and it’s like i have seen the whole world for the first time and it’s great. the euphora wears away as the blood rushes inside my being, i feel myself, alive, throbbing, yearning, reaching for the edge as i near to jump and fly away…..

then suddenly, the ceiling stares back at me, the same blur of red, and the same get up and go….