Monday, June 27, 2005

Another Round of Reckoning

Actually it's just another poem scrawled in my journal, so let's call it Journalizm #108:


Life is terminal, yet

Everlasting at the same time

At that critical crux,

The apex of an immeasurable complex

On which we walk a fine line

Down an axis of symmetry

A juxtapositioned reality

Of everything imagined

And its equal, opposite reaction

Yes it is what it seems to be

Whatever we make it out to be

Whether its balanced and free

Or shaped by the rigid pyramidic hierarchy

Claiming everything as property

Like some kind of chessboard monopoly

Controlling time and space?

Only a mastered individual

Can achieve the true global inner peace

Conquering the timelords of war

By destroying restrictions and limits

Claiming a sovereignty of timelessness

In immortal ambivalence

Moment-by-moment, forever endless

Without the shadow of a doubt

Or imagined demons of fear

The spectres of our collective reflection

Are the illusions clouding our mirror

But now here it's all clear

Tis what it is, tis what we make it out to be

All ways to infinity

3 comments:

sonja said...

"Claiming everything as property

Like some kind of chessboard monopoly

Controlling time and space"

-loved these lines, iz

i dig the way your mind
bends & twists and spits
these brain slapping thoughts...

-s

Bold Strokes said...

cool. thanks for droppin by and checkin in, sonja!

Light Weavers said...

yeah so that is a little like how davinci "scrawled" out the mona lisa...genuis... don't be so modest...
totally makes sense although it does require quite a few brain cells... this is one of my favorite of yours i have read