Daily Archives: August 8, 2011

Unwitting Illusion

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The trees watched us grow,
and the silence sped near,
the moon passed our hide out
year after year.
The sun went down on sorrows
and anger thrown high,
and rain spent the mornings
watching arguments die.

Tables together, our seats beside each,
alone in the world, or so we’d beseech.
Our friends drew us nearer to what I called home,
but as the dawn broke, you left me alone.

Flown high on the swingsets,
jumped into the air,
challenges, obstacles,
trials of error.
Climbed to the top
and took the castle for me,
until my flag was torn
into a dozen pieces.

You took dominance,
demanded I obey,
friends forever, you said,
and then walked away.

The wood and the bark
of the trees in our home,
spent night after night
mournfully alone.
I didn’t return.
Didn’t think it would help,
you left me still standing,
but with little else.

The winds whispered rumors
spread wide through the wood.
Lost faces in tatters
of where we once stood.

A ghost girl with a sigh, a tear in her eye,
watching you walk away
and fissure the night.

And day rose again, and the rumors were true,
it seemed the ghost girl had truly lost you.
But she’s still stand strong, no more tears, no more lies.
If you don’t remember, then neither will I.

And the Tide Betrayed the Ocean

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It rises, then it falls;
like breath to a newborn child.
Natural, habitual,
if somewhat inelegant.
But it rises, and then it falls.

Until the morning the sun did not rise,
and the moon hung low in the west.
An eye in the dawn,
watching over all things,
the owls that remained,
and the birds that desired to sing.
The crickets that cried
for the morning to come.
Legs rubbed raw and red,
but the sun seemed to be gone.

And it only fell.

And waves in the ocean pulled back into a pulse,
storms tattered lost villages with a thundering force.
Utopian Atlantis shut up  behind its closed doors,
to keep shuttered the violence of the tempest-like storm.

And it did not rise.

And darkness remained, only lit by the moon,
until a child looked up and saw that it was gone too.
Forgotten soon, with the sun, and no more of use than the dew
upon grass blades that surrendered to the loss of the youth.

And it remained.

Until the oceans were still with dark waters turned black.
Fish that swam blind, like those in caves with the bats.
Birds that flew low and still lost their track,
and people that cried for the loss of their past.

And so it was.

The darkest the world had ever been.
Every morning was still, every night, silent.
Rain that resisted until normal again.
The longest night Earth had seen, many years in advance.

The lives crashing down, a plague of sweltering ash,
the world coming to a close, and becoming so fast.
Hopes ever-fading, ending ever near,
and pleas that relied on so-far silent ears.

Until the sun rose.

High in the sky on a gold-white throne,
spent with a crown of rubies and light Earth had never known.
A night that now ended, after the hell that had been,
until the tide betrayed the ocean again.

Every couple of years, it seems there’s someone telling us that the world is going to end. In fact, our next one is coming up in October. Judgment Day! Predicted by the same man who said the rapture was to happen on May 21st. Remember that? Yeah, well I may not be free of sin, I suppose, but I think I’m good enough to still be raptured. And I see you’re still here too. What, you’re not good enough? Look, I’m a Christian, and I really don’t mean to offend, but those predictions are bullshit. The Bible says quite specifically that no one will know when the rapture is to come.

So what do we Christians (SOME, slightly messed up ones of us) do? Well we try to defy what we’re supposed to believe anyway. Makes sense, right?

Oh, and 2000? What happened to Y2K? And June 6th, 2006? Le gasp! Somehow we survived those too! We must be cockroaches, us humans. Geez. Oh, and let’s not forget 2012. We’ve got the Mayans to thank for that one. I’ll say this much, I graduate in 2012. If those Mayans happen to be right, I’m going to be PISSED. Anyway, I’ll step down from my soap-box.

What I meant to say was that this is my version of the end of the world. I don’t think it’ll be a meteor. In fact, to tell the truth, I don’t even think humans will be alive when it happens. I think we will have so far screwed ourselves by then, it won’t even matter, we’ll be long extinct. But, if we are, this is how I see it. I think it’ll come slowly. Like darkness. Things will just slowly stop until everything stops, and all life is over.

Just one theory, in about a thousand of them.