Friday, June 4, 2010

One in a Million

We are a generation
Caught in furious storms of change
Plowing through a time
When every complexity of the common man
Is stamped on a piece of paper
Pallid leaves rustling, swirled about in fitful breezes
Hands reaching high, clutching at the sheaves
While the jobs hover above us
And we must climb to reach ascent
To scale the heights, we must be equipped
The degrees our ropes and our picks
There is the cry to ascend
Lest our society remain at the foot of the mountain
And the rest of the world would pass it by
Onward and upward, we must persevere!
No longer the days of farming, or of long hours at the cafe
We must press on to heights
Unbeknownst to those who came before
Never content to remain entrenched
On the plateau below
We have the drive, the determination
Needing only the tangible fuel
The support of our leaders who paved the way
With this, our vigor is unmatched
Scaling the mountain
We are one in a million

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Mesmerizing degradation

Deep shadows creep across a room,
Naught but a single ray of light
An illuminating stream through the crevice far above
Cascading through floating particles
Caught in the density of space
Falling softly to the floor.
Velvet petals mellifluously glowing
One crystal drop suspended in motion
Amidst razor thorns protecting beauty
Luminous eyes peer from the blackness
Swirling blue orbs of piercing intensity
Unblinking flames wreathed in dark shapes, watching.
Time slows, the single drop is released
Plummeting to the floor
Smashing smooth perfection into a thousand facets
Exploding the silence,
Flashing mirage of deathly features
Dissolving into acrid smoke
Rushing upward from containment
Blotting out the light with an inky gloom
Leaving one entity alone
In an incomprehensible vastness
Engulfing that which it contains
Mesmerizing the eye of the unknown beholder
A presence that goes unacknowledged,
Yet it struggles to exist.
Surrounded by the wreckage of matter torn apart
By the soulish desires of beasts
That were never brought to humility
Whispers heard from afar,
Clouded by the poisonous fumes that arise in a land of ghouls
Unfathomable creatures

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